Hello everyone. I hope this first day of 2017 is starting off very well for you.
For me, I’m sitting in a quiet house listening to the hum of the dishwasher and contemplating which pants still fit my growing belly and how long it will take me to put them on – so I can head to the gym.
Anyway. It’s pretty obvious I am now a terrible blogger. I haven’t written much of anything lately and it’s pretty much because I’m not doing much of anything.
Pregnancy is much more difficult than I realized. I mean, it really can’t be that easy considering you’re making another human – but man has it put a cramp in my gym style..
I’m just shy of 21 weeks and I still feel nauseous 24/7 and throw up just for good measure every now and then… it sucks. I thought I’d cruise into the 2nd trimester and suddenly feel better, and miraculously have at least some of my energy back.
But that is not the case…everyone that told me that, lied.
I’m having a difficult time mentally with the absence of my gym activities and my ever changing body.
My ultimate goal is that I really just want to remain healthy during the remainder of my pregnancy. So last night I told myself, that “today I would go and just do anything that I could.”
So far, as mentioned… I haven’t even put pants on.
But it’s still early, and I will make it out the door!
I woke up at 6am and had to make my boyfriends lunch/dinner for work today. He works 12+ hour shifts and I was too tired to make anything last night.
So I woke up and came down to the kitchen…really not wanting to cook anything.
Seriously food just repulses me these days. The sight, the smell, the 87% chance that I will eat it and baby will toss it right back up…it’s all so foreign. I can’t wait to have a normal appetite back!
Even though I feel gross, I still wanted to cook him something a little special since it’s new year’s day and he’s working. So,
I decided on homemade fried chicken.
This might not seem so special to you, but to me…it is.
I whipped up the recipe from scratch, and then I did something I have never done in my 36 years of life.
I heated the oil in the pot, and I put the chicken in.
I fried it.
All my by myself.
Most of you are probably completely puzzled by this.
Believe me I get it.
Little background on my major accomplishment this morning:
No one ever taught me how to cook. Everything I’ve ever done, I’ve had to experiment and teach myself. It wasn’t because there wasn’t anyone there to teach me, it was because my parents always felt that I couldn’t do it.
I was always pushed aside with good intentions – they would do it, “so I wouldn’t burn myself or whatever.” But even 36 years later I’m still told that I can’t go near a hot pot of oil. I’m teased by the same people that insisted I step aside while they do it for me! The irony.
This morning it literally took me 20 minutes to convince myself that I could in fact try this fried chicken recipe on my own. That I didn’t need anyone else to put the chicken in the oil – I could, in fact, do it.
And I did.
And you know what?
I didn’t burn myself.
I didn’t burn the house down.
Nothing exploded or caused any other major catastrophes.
And in the end, I have two pieces of perfectly fried chicken to show for it.
Moral of this ridiculously true story:
Let 2017 be the year that you do the things that people told you, you couldn’t do.
Try the things you want to try.
Become the person you want to be.
Make the best of each day.
New accomplishments await you!
Happy New Year!