I feel like this is what every third trimester soon-to-be-mom says at some point, but to hell with the cliché. I HAVE NO MORE ROOM.
I’m so full and it’s depressing that it’s not from food.
Ok, that sounded bad. I don’t mean I’m depressed that my son is a big healthy baby – that makes me very very happy. What I’m bummed about is that I cannot honor my voracious hippie appetite in the way that I’m accustomed to doing.
I wanna freakin’ chow down and it’s just uncomfortable. Lame. So much for the whole eating-for-two theory.
I do a lot of snacking nowadays. Here’s what a typical day looks like.
Slow start. Coffee or tea with lots of almond milk. Maple syrup to sweeten.
Breakfast #1. This meal is usually something with eggs and some kind of carbohydrate. Preferably of the GF variety, but I do have wheat toast and waffles from time to time. 0.00001% of the time I’ll skip the eggs.
If I’m going to yoga I will eat a bar on the way there (I’m loving KIND bars at the mo). I have a hard time figuring out the timing of my meals when I go to yoga. Doing it with a full stomach is yuck. But feeling woozy by the end is worse. I basically book it home. On non-yoga days (if I’m just hanging around the house) I will make myself another small snack/breakfast #2. The below was a mish mash of seitan, avocado, and corn. Kinda devoid of carbs, but I felt like I needed protein.
My next meal isn’t so much lunch, but a larger snack. And it’s generally later because of my double breakfast routine. I’m pretty much eating like a newborn – a little bit every two hours.
I’ve been craving salads a lot lately. Even though it’s cold outside (which usually translates to soup cravings), I’m really digging crunch veggies and avocado with TJ’s balsamic glaze. It’s like I have a hankering for fiber.
Sometimes I give in to my sweet tooth and sometimes I ignore it and go on a walk instead. When it comes to walking it really is a minute by minute decision depending on how I feel. Some days I don’t do a thing. Some days I make it ~20 minutes around the neighborhood. And on really good days I stroll for an hour. Even though it’s not that pleasant (back strain, insufficient belly support, etc.), I hate being indoors all day. The above is salty almonds, dark chocolate covered pomegranate seeds and candied ginger.
I typically eat a snack in the early evening because if I didn’t I’d need dinner at 5 pm. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve had plenty of early bird specials. But I like eating with Kyle and he’s not always on board with the senior citizen thing.
Dinner used to be my biggest meal, but now it’s just sad. I made pizzas with bread (wheat for him, GF for me), marinara, and cheese (cheddar and parm for him, daiya for me). Kyle had 3 pieces and I could hardly finish this plate. So lame.
Before I go to bed I eat even if I’m not that hungry because otherwise I wake up starving in the middle of the night. And then I can’t go back to sleep unless I eat. And that turns into a whole ordeal with teeth brushing and all that stuff. Or worse, I wake up for good at 5 am, thereby starting the snacking routine even earlier. Those are these date balls.
So there you have it.
Man that was a whiny post!