Victory is Pain

My family has a long standing tradition [of gluttony] at the Spaghetti Factory. Since the one in Downtown Seattle (maybe all of them?) has a nice big scale for you to weigh yourself on, it is customary to do so before dinner. And then again after dinner. The winner? Whoever gained the most during the meal.

Yesterday my mom suggested we play it Biggest Loser style, based on percentage instead of poundage. Me being real heavy said no way. Poundage it was.

I am proud to say that I gained 3.75 pounds during dinner, and won. Unfortunately this victory was clouded by the fact that I wanted to die from exploding. It’s never a good idea to overeat in such a horrifying fashion, especially if you are pregnant and your stomach is shoved up into the size of a walnut, and it’s Thanksgiving the next day. Even if your husband says it’s a warm-up, it’s still not a good idea.

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4 Responses to Victory is Pain

  1. Sarah says:

    I love their chicken with the mizithra cheese and pasta. What's your favorite dish? Don't explode. I love you too much.

    Also, anything you need as you await labor?

  2. Kelsey says:

    I must love the brown butter and mizithra because I order it pretty much every time.

    The only thing I need as I await labor is for it to get here sooner :)

  3. Momma Drama says:

    Wow. That's all I can say.

    I have 42 days left for my bean #2. Seeing your count down gives me anxiety. They come so fast! Good luck with your delivery.

  4. Esther says:

    Did you win anything besides pride (and heartburn)?

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