When the Geek and I were ‘trying’ to get pregnant with Mr. Charm, I was busy counting calories to be the healthiest I could be before getting preggo.
Consequently, I KNEW I was pregnant before I ever had a test when I finished work one night in Raleigh, NC, got to the hotel at 11:00 p.m., and proceeded to head immediately to the hotel bar for FOOD.
I had already eaten my entire days worth of calories, and by the time I got back to my room, I’d polished off another 1700 calories via a huge bacon cheeseburger, extra order of fries, EXTRA PICKLES, and gigantic chocolate milkshake. Washed down with a Coke.
That’s not normal, folks!
The rest of my pregnancy with Mr. Charm, I never had a craving. Nope. Didn’t crave a single food – well, except once when I really wanted chocolate ice cream. We were out. Bummer.
No, I just got HUNGRY. Didn’t matter what – I wanted FOOD. NOW. And I think I even threatened bodily harm to my parents and husband one night when they were debating on where to eat. GET IN THE CAR AND DRIVE – I’LL EAT ANYTHING, PEOPLE!!!
With Mr. Happy, I never had cravings, and fortunately, never even got The Hunger. I pretty much ate what I normally ate, just a tad bit more. (Any surprise I gained less weight with him?)
So I never enjoyed the ‘pregnancy cravings’ that so many women experience.
Now, when that special time of the month comes? All I used to want was Tex-Mex. Give me nachos, tacos, enchiladas, but most of all, give me corn chips with queso. Lots of it, and I’m not sharing!
That’s about the most ‘craving’ experience I’ve ever had in my life.
I expected this elimination diet would make me crave foods; after all, I’m deprived of every-dang-thing that is edible – why wouldn’t my body eventually go “Please, for the love of all that’s holy, a SALAD!!”
Well, it hasn’t. In my logical, rational mind, I know that I’m looking forward to the day when I can eat a full-fledged Subway Salad with spinach leaves, cucumbers, tomatos, bell peppers, and some cold-cut turkey, but it is FAR from a craving.
So, I’ve been pretty pleased with myself. Smug, even. “My appetite doesn’t control me; I control my appetite!”
Apparently, I am a weak woman when I’m sick. Last week, if it weren’t for the frequent reminders from the Geek – and the fact that none of this food is in my house – I would have messed up my elimination diet completely.
Sick Food is a whole different ballgame, in regards to cravings.
ALL I wanted to eat was chicken noodle soup (my homemade kind, with every-veggie-I-can-find and egg noodles), saltine crackers, and tacos.
Back when I was a Single Gal, if I knew I was getting sick, I’d head into the kitchen before I got too weak and make two things: a pot of my chicken soup, and a big ol’ mess of taco meat.
Then, when I was all icky, I’d start with eating my chicken soup, and when my tummy felt like it could handle more substantial fare, it was super easy to heat up taco meat and make myself as many tacos as I could handle any time I was hungry.
It kind of got to be my ‘thing’.
I guess my body remembers that, because dear, sweet God, I WANTED SOME DAMN TACOS last week!!
Guess I’m not immune to cravings after all.
I’m just glad I stripped my kitchen clean of unsafe foods. Otherwise, I’d be overcome with guilt this week. ‘Cause I KNOW I would have broken my diet for a taco.
What crazy cravings do you have when you’re sick?
