This post was written for inclusion in the May blog carnival hosted by One Fit Mom. Today, participants share their funny, honest and even poignant confessions of how they are less-than-perfect parents (or parents-to-be). Please read to the end of the post to see the full list of links to other carnival submissions.
I eat pretty healthy most of the time. I love fruits and garden fresh veggies, eat a good amount of protein, I avoid fast food (except burgers…I love big juicy hamburgers), and crave salads on a regular basis. I feel better if I eat better, so it’s never been hard to convince me to eat my carrots. I have especially been good since I got pregnant at the end of last summer. I’ve eaten well balanced meals, came up with good snacks to take to work that were high in vitamins, protein, and other such nutrients, and generally avoided refined flours (it helped that they didn’t taste good the first half of my pregnancy)
I also happen to like sugar, but since there is no food value at all, I restricted sugar for occasional desserts, where I feel it should be. and honestly I spent more time craving a glass of wine than anything sweet (Not that I would complain if it came with a bar of salted dark chocolate…).
Now, having said that: I have eaten more candy in the last month than in the previous YEAR.
It’s true, and I’m not done yet. I want Smarties, Runts, Necco’s, Nerds, and the list goes on. Milk shakes are my BFF, and peanut M&M’s are the new standard for work snacks with protein. Pure sugary goodness is all I want.
Now, I still try to get as much protein as I can (while only being able to eat about 3 bites of anything at a time). I would eat steak 3 times a day if our budget would allow it. Eggs and cheese are still high on the list too, but the days of healthy snacks between meals have vanished over the last month.
I’m tired of making myself food, and I just want a bowl of ice cream.
The best guilt trip I’ve found was in one of my pregnancy books: “Now just because it’s your last trimester, don’t give up on eating well!” That is, ironically, exactly what I’ve done.
I try to curb my desire to simply down a bag of potato chips with a nice cold coke, but being in labor (albeit early stages) for weeks will suck your willpower to go make those eggs every morning, and fry up those veggies for your afternoon snack. And honestly I just sit there sometimes and wish I wasn’t hungry for once so I didn’t have to go make food, and I could just ignore it like I use to. Now I have to plan enough snacks throughout the day that I don’t get weak or queasy.
Fortunately the child will be here any day now, and I promise I will jump back on the healthy wagon. But for now, I’m going to go eat some cookies, and maybe have a glass of chocolate milk.