Eating breakfast, especially cereal, when ttc and when pregnant makes little boys while eating no breakfast and less calories in general makes little girls. Or so a new study has concluded.  

So, did my almost 70 pound weight gain from eating almost exclusively breakfast foods make my Peanut a Peanut and not a Peanuette? Or did all of those pancakes, omeletes, french toast and Cheerios just contribute to his egg and peanut allergy?

Since we are hoping for a girl next time, my new lower-calorie diet has eliminated all cereal.   The first time I planned the horoscope of my baby to-be and next time I will try to influence the gender as well.  My control issues are, perhaps, getting a bit out of control.

But, the 3rd, that one, I am throwing caution to the wind.  No trying to  plan control horoscope signs, gender, food allergies and all the rest. Whatever will be, will be.  My husband says not to worry, there will never be a 3rd. But, I say, you can’t control everything.

I started out with such promise. Like a rising star.  I survived eight days without sugar.  Eight days skipping all of my beloved desserts- even overlooking an enormous dessert tray brought to the Luna Mom’s playgroup after Stroller Strides (why do so many moms equate play with dessert?)

I felt strong.  I was in control.  I was on top of the world.
I came crashing down Saturday night while out to dinner with some friends from high school.  The sorbet trio seemed innocuous enough.  Almost healthy, really. 
But, that seemingly innocent sorbet trio led to defeat.
The following day I bought a batch of Skinny Cow flying saucers, a delightful mix of chemicals and sugar. By Wednesday, I had to buy another batch. By Friday I was purchasing chocolate chip cookies from Whole Foods, “for my husband”. 

A few days later when I returned from Trader Joe’s with chocolate covered pretzels and 2 boxes of chocolates (100 calorie bars, why not get 2?), my husband pointed out, “man, when you fall, you fall hard.” 

So, it is over. The great no sugar experiment.  Apparently 8 days is my limit.  And, clearly moderation is not for me.  I have been snacking like I am trying to bulk up to play the part of “fat friend” in a movie.
I am going to try it again. Maybe tomorrow. Or, maybe next week. After those 100 calorie bars are no longer with us. 

I have decided that sugar is the root of all evil.  I am giving it up (again).  Yes, I have attempted this feat before.  The longest I have made it was a year.  I felt better.  I looked better. The thing with sugar, I just know it is not good for me.  Anything I crave with such  intensity, with such fervor can not be a good thing.  I am not one those (crazy) people who can have just one bite of dessert.  I need the whole cake, the whole box of cookies, the entire chocolate bar.  

Our New Years Resolutions have hung on the fridge for months now.  For Peanut: 1. No more formula    2. Be a good boy during Stroller Strides. He had his last bottle of Nutramagen in January. He is 1 for 2.      For Mom: 1. No more sugar 2. More patience. I am 0 for 2. I have high hopes for this spring, though.  Starting tomorrow, no more sugar for me.  No cake.   No cookies.   No candy for me.  I gave up nutra-sweet and all the rest of the artificial crap months ago, so thiswon’t be easy.  If I am feeling brave, I will post my progress each week.  If my husband is feeling brave, he won’t move out of the house.