This morning I am faced with a conundrum. I cannot decide between peach pie and homemade macaroni and cheese for breakfast. "Hmmmm," you are saying to yourself, "neither of those things sound like the approved sugar- free, low carb fare that if all the rage at the Daniels house lately." You are absolutely correct, but here's the thing. Last night and this morning I feel like milk toast, you know all bland and soggy, not really sick mind you, just sluggish, and when I don't feel well there are only two things I feel like eating. I assume that by this point you have guessed what they are. I suspect this is why I blow up like a balloon every time I am pregnant. Luckily for my flabby tummy both the pie and the macaroni will be gone by the end of the day and I will have nothing in the house to eat but sugar-free jello and grilled chicken breast. Long live South Beach.
3 years ago