I just don’t feel like eating. I’ve lost six pounds so far and I’m not quite 15 weeks into this pregnancy. I know the bad eating habits will catch up with me soon enough, and I keep telling myself that as soon as I start to feel better I’ll eat better.
The problem is, I am feeling better. But I still have little to no desire to eat. Unless the food miraculously appears in front of me with no effort on my part about deciding on, or making the food.
Plus, now that I’m working from home, I can’t justify getting into my car and driving 5-10 miles to spend money on food when I have perfectly good, albeit unprepared, food in my house.
Thank God for my husband otherwise every day probably would consist of the following:
8:30 a.m. — Bowl of generic Cap’n Crunch with Crunch Berries cereal, which I never buy, nor eat, but bought for a family camping trip as a treat.
12:05 p.m. — A snack size 100 Grand bar followed by a snack size Kit Kat bar.
1:00 p.m. — About 26 tater tots. I finished the bag. Needless to say, I did not feel well after downing almost half the bag of fried potato rolls. It’s weird though, I’ve kind of been craving tater tots lately.
My mom suggested that I keep healthy snacks on hand as to avoid eating too many fried potatoes. I assured her I had plenty of fruit, and yogurt, readily accessible, but that neither seemed appealing.
5:30 p.m. — A McDonald’s Mighty Meal. Did you know the burgers in those meals come with two patties?? Why in God’s name does a child need two patties? I thought I was doing myself a favor by not ordering the quarter pounder, but apparently not.
I gave one patty to my husband. Oh, and I got a 49-cent cone which I had to eat first. Obviously.
Nothing like a well-rounded day of meals.
I’m glad Monkey isn’t old enough to know the difference. Yet. Maybe tomorrow I’ll crave something healthy and actually make it. I’m not holding my breath.