Return of the Freaky Chewing habit
Okay. So... tonight, we sat down for dinner. I mixed some steamed chicken breast with our leftover habenero spanish rice. I take one bite. Swallow. Take another bite, another. And then... BAM! Feel like I need to puke. Like a moron, I take another bite or two. By this point, my stomach hurts and I've realized that I should head in the general direction of the toilet, to kneel down and bow my head to the gods of vomit.
After three visits to the porcelain idol, I finally get rid of a chunk of chicken that had been causing the whole problem. Blasted chicken wasn't chewed hardly at all. The subsequent bites of food all just piled on top and made me feel worse and worse. Tracy's moral of today's adventure? Remember always to chew, chew, chew, chew, chew.
My poor Nilesh kept hovering in the bathroom door asking me if there was anything he could do to help. Asking me if this was something caused by pregnancy, and I had to reply, "no... I just didn't chew my chicken."
On the clothing front, I found a couple tops and a pair of pants last week at... ugg... Old Navy. I'm keeping the receipt so that hopefully, after I'm done with these clothes I can just take them back and get money. I cannot wait for the day when I actually know I'll be wearing the same (or close to the same) clothing size for longer than 2-3 months. But... having tried on a variety of sizes at Old Navy, I at least have some sort of an idea what sizes to look for on the craigslist clothing section.
Remember! Chew your food.