image: Sakurako Kitsa
During the Week When I Thought I Wasn’t Pregnant But I Really Was (WWITIWPBIRW), I committed multiple no-no’s:
I ate feta cheese and deli meats.
I drank Diet Coke.
I took hot baths (two!)
I drank booze (beer and wine, oh my!)
I lifted heavy things.
I petted neighborhood cats.
I was just an all around bad girl.
So, when I found out that I still was pregnant, some of my first thoughts ran to all of the no-no’s that I had committed thinking I was in the clear. I even started listing them to Dr. Utuerus, who was still shaking his head at the screen, as I was still on the exam table. I quickly forgave myself since I legitimately thought that it was over. And oh, how I enjoyed that Diet Coke.
Now I have settled into the restriction routine again and have not had any problems or temptations. Of course, this also limits my lunching-out options. See, I work from home, so going out for lunch is my time to literally get away, otherwise I’m in the house all day. With the places I can go limited, I feel more isolated.
I’m normally a pretty frequent Subway go-er. I get my Weight Watchers special with lots of spinach, tomato, cucumber, green pepper and onion and either turkey or roast beef on wheat with mustard. I sit and enjoy my lunch, unmolested and bothered, while reading. With deli meats securely off the table, though, my options for a healthy, nutritious yet inexpensive lunch out where I can sit and eat in peace are limited.
There are still a few places, though, including one that I went to today. It’s an Italian buffet-style place with really, really good food. And they had the most delicious looking spinach salad with walnuts … and feta. I knew I couldn’t eat the feta, but surely, I could pick it out and eat the rest, right? What I didn’t count on was when he added the dressing and my feta crumbles crumbled into specks. I had alraedy committed to the salad, so I accepted the plate and began to strategize how I was going to have my salad and eat it too. Quickly, I realized it was a losing battle. The crumbled feta turned into specks of feta that were everywhere and I kept having to remove feta from the spinach and my utensils.
In the end, I ate like five pieces of spinach and boxed up the rest of the salad for Sweetie. When I got home, I quickly googled everything I could about listeria. I’ve decided not to worry about the feta I may have ingested, just like I’m not worrying about everything else I did during WWITIWPBIRW.
Just to be sure, next time, I will get the non-feta salad.