Cravings, Oh Cravings

This weekend I did something really stupid. It is partly my fault and partly my husband's fault. He knows how much I love the spicy-hot cheetos. Yes, I know how horrible they are for me, but all rational thought goes out-the-window after I taste just one. So, he comes home Saturday afternoon so excited because he got me this treat. At first, I was like, thanks, but I can't eat those. The baby will freak-out! I don't have the greatest will power because the whole bag was gone in a half-hour. Since I've been pregnant, I've been surprised by how much food affects me. It all becomes a blur, and afterward I don't remember what happened. All I saw what this empty bag. This huge wave of guilt hit me as well as a massive headache and a stomach ache. I thought I could handle that - until the worst flaming heartburn I've ever had hit me. I look over, and my husband is napping peacefully next to me with a faint little grin...I had to hold back punching him in the arm. I know I ate the whole bag, but he bought it for me. So far, that's been the only thing I've really regretted eating (immediately after) since I've been pregnant. I've been so careful with everything else (not even drinking decaf coffee). But I've become a different person when those flaming- hot cheetos are around. After that sledgehammer heartburn, though, I've learned my lesson.

PS: I told my hubs to get me the small 25-cent bag next time ... moderation is key! :)