Never Ending Sick Day

Currently Craving: Deep Twists and Forward Folds in Yoga

i pretty much think this situation in my body is feeling like a never ending sick day. an unpredictable never ending sick day. personally, i don't do well with sick days because i am NEVER sick. and honestly i don't have it SO so bad, i'm not puking and i'm pretty energetic for still being in my first trimester.

the problem is that when i eat i feel bad. and when i don't eat i feel hungry. and that combined is getting pretty old now. it's really getting old because when i DO eat everything tastes REALLY good. better than normal. there is nothing so satisfying as eating that thing i've been craving and having it taste even better than normal! Yay! but as i say it's getting old not to be able to eat like a normal person and i'm also not sleeping super well so i'm tired.
i think back to when i was working at the psych hospital and we kept telling people " use your coping skills" (what crap!) it's really hard to 'use my coping skills' when i feel like a zombie with a stomach ache. instead i want instant gratification comfort food and i want to stay in bed all day looking like a total freak. yesterday i wore the Drexel shirt all day. Max said 'i haven't seen that in a while' and you know when the Drexel shirt comes out it's definitely a sick day. i did get up and work on a quilt for a while and by distracting myself i didn't concentrate on the annoying guts ALL day. teaching yoga in the evening was a challenge though.

as always, we're solution oriented around here. after mom talked to her nutritionist at work and max read to me out of his daddy-to-be book i'm on the 6 small meals a day game plan. essentially graze all day long. it doesn't help when i'm totally starving but starting small seems to be helping in general. other essentially great news from the nutritionist.... GO with the cravings and don't force the other stuff. if i force the other stuff i might kill it forever. SO i can eat little debby nutty bars (just in tiny portions) and i can let go of salad without too much guilt. because i do plan to eat salad again after this thing is over (hopefully after this trimester is over). i've already killed gingersnaps and saltines, maybe pasta too.

anyways i just need to whine about it sometimes. there's nothing too exciting, i just am tired of this part of the process. oh well.