Today is a day for truthiness. So here goes:
My diet has gone down the drain.
I originally started this blog as “Confessions of a Health Counselor.” You want some true confessions? These will make you feel better about any and all food decisions you have made in the last 6 years.
I am in the mess of first-trimester woahs. For me, this begins with eating everything on the planet. Two days in a row of hitting up Arby’s and then Culver’s, respectively, at 4pm should have clued me in enough to take a pregnancy test.
Then the nausea sets in. I can combat this for a few weeks by eating. So I eat everything in sight and try to make it semi-healthy.
Then the real nausea and fatigue set in. This is the stage I am trudging through right now. Sometimes smells make me gag. Sometimes certain textures make me gag. It’s all a guessing game. And I’ve gotten to the point where I just don’t want to eat at all. Of course, this doesn’t bode well for healthy weight gain during pregnancy. I noticed that I was starting to lose weight (which I did during my first pregnancy) and I knew it was TIME.
Time? you ask.
Yes, time for the Eggo waffles. Time for anything I can stomach that will feed me calories to get through these weeks.
Deep breath and jump right into the confessional section:
– I eat blueberry Eggo waffles at all moments of the day when I can’t think of anything else to eat, which is often.
– I made manwich for dinner the other night.
– The only veggies I can stomach are carrots and salad (only if it’s topped with Annie’s Goddess dressing)
– Fruit is passable – so I eat grapes and bananas along with my 9-month-old
– I drink soda. Gasp, I know. But ginger ale settles my stomach. So there.
– Cucumbers (and pickles) make me sick. So at the height of the fresh, local availability of crisp cucumbers, I can have none.
– I made my husband make rice krispy treats last night (on another note – those are HARD to make. What in the world are marshmallows MADE of?! That stuff is no joke.)
Whew. I’m glad we got that out in the open. See why I didn’t want to blog?
On a more serious note, I feel totally blessed. This growing baby inside me is a true gift from God, and I feel the weight of that gift. So all this ickiness is just a phase, and really, it’s for a great cause.
On the plus side: I am listening to my body. This is one concept I push with my clients so much – listen to your body and it will tell you what it needs. Right now, my body doesn’t need me to trudge through veggie-laden meals and slave over the stove for foods that I *think* are healthy. Right now, I just need calories, and I need rest. I am listening and I am responding – to both.
And speaking of that. My 9-month-old is down for a nap, so it’s about that time for me. I have discovered one joy of the late-summer season that I can enjoy: fresh tomatoes sliced on bread with melted cheese. I have a green tomato and an orange one just waiting for me…