Something occurred to me yesterday.
When did I stop feeding myself?
I used to feed myself. I have distinct memories of doing so. Before I married, I ate. It might not have been much: a bowl of instant oatmeal, a sandwich, cereal, hot pockets, something.
Then I got married, and I still fed myself. I would cook more elaborate meals for the two of us, but since Hubs was an engineering student, he was at the lab more than he was at home. I think I ate a lot of cereal then, also. Sometimes I'd make a casserole and feed the entire lab. College students think that anything that doesn't come in a box is fabulous.
We graduated. I began to cook more. At least two meals a day. Granted, Hubs came home for lunch so I was cooking for two. We ate pretty healthy because by then I was trying to get pregnant and I was ever mindful of a potential baby's nutritional needs.
And then I got/had kids. Now, unless someone is here to feed, I don't bother.
There are only about three things I like to eat these days that don't require cooking. If we are out of string cheese, granola bars and grown-up yogurt (Go-Gurt grosses me out), I go without.
It doesn't help that I've felt queasy for so long that I forget what it feels like to want to eat.
(Yes, voyeurs, I have taken a test and there is only one pink line.)
I still think it odd that if my kids are gone, I don't think I need to cook and if Hubs is gone, I don't think I need to cook. I used to cook just for Hubs and considered it a privilege. Now I don't want to deal with the leftovers. He won't eat them and I don't want them. They aren't a cheese stick, you know. Kids ooo-yuck everything anyway, might as well open a box of mac-n-cheese.
I know, that is a terrible attitude.
BTW, I cooked Chicken Cordon Bleu (with white wine cream sauce) last night. It was fabulous. Today, the thought of eating it makes me gag.
Anyway, am I the only one that does this? Skip meals because it is too much of a bother? Or more likely because we burned out on sandwiches and cereal in college?
I think it is very strange. Especially for a person that loves food.
I ate lunch at 11. Now that you mention it, I'm hungry again. PIZZA HOT POCKET TIME!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteI'm doing quite well feeding myself these days, lol.
ReplyDeleteI do know how you feel, especially when I was in my first trimester. I felt gross all the time and frankly, food was the furthest thing from my mind. I WANTED to make nice meals, I just couldn't summons the effort to actually do so.
That said, me thinks you need to test again in a few days :).
Maybe hubs is pregnant and you are having sympathy nausea. Now that I mention it, I think he might be showing. If I hear about him crying over a Hallmark commercial, or complaining of breast tenderness I am calling the tabloids!
ReplyDeleteAt least you don't want potato chips and gummi savers.....
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