That’s my excuse.
|Chocolate pudding, corn chips and cranberry juice.|
So what if I just ate a pudding cup for dessert 2 hours ago? Who cares if the sugar-free-ness of the pudding is undone by the high sugar content of the juice? I’m pregnant, trying to gain at least 9 more pounds before I deliver, and Gabriel told me he wanted it. How? By kicking my pancreas repeatedly until I gave in and started eating it.
[And yes, that is a baby spoon sticking out of the bowl there. Because a smaller spoon makes the yummy stuff last longer, that’s why.]