My eating habits are appalling. It’s not that I eat too much, rather I eat too little. And its not the healthiest stuff. I’m terribly, terribly lazy at fixing myself something to eat and will usually end up grabbing a packet of crisps or a chocolate bar out of the cupboard. Sprogzilla eats far better than I do – I put considerably more effort into his meals than mine. If I didn’t have to make him food, I’d be even lazier!
If I’m feeling a bit adventurous, the toaster comes out to play. I recently tried some rather yummy onion bagels, that’s got to be better than a Snickers for breakfast, surely. The mini pittas I bought for Sprogzilla are rather tasty too, especially when stuffed with Dairylea…… Oh, and I am rather partial to Crunchy Nut Nutty Cornflakes…. Perhaps all is not lost after all.
I’ve never been one for cooking. I grew up an only child, spoiled by a father who did everything for me. I didn’t need to cook. Now I’m trying to reverse that bad habit, especially having a child of my own on board, but it’s not easy for this old dog to learn new tricks. Especially when I’ve got the mental capacity and energy levels of an obese toad thanks to the sleep deprivation.
It doesn’t help that I’m breastfeeding. Am I still supposed to be eating an extra 500 calories a day? Sprogzilla doesn’t seem to be easing up on the nursing sessions, so I guess I should be keeping those reserves up. Oops….
Today, Sprogdaddy and I made pecan brownies together. Not exactly the healthiest thing we could cook up, but at least I know what’s in it. Which means I’m happy giving Sprogzilla the odd bite too, and he does enjoy the occasional chocolatey treat.
My ultimate addiction – bizarrely – is Muller Rice. I get though tubs of the stuff. Goodness knows why, I never touched it until I was heavily pregnant. At which point they were a staple midnight snack. I still do it now – when Sprogzilla wakes up for one of his night feeds, I sneak into the kitchen, open the fridge and wolf one down.
Sprogzilla likes them too. I guess I ate so much, my amniotic fluid must have been practically strawberry flavoured. Maybe that explains why he likes fromage frais as well? They are all yoghurty things after all aren’t they? Anyway, I can’t eat one in sight of him or he’ll make a beeline for me and I have to hand it over. We’ve had to start buying the mini versions just for him!
My biggest problem at the moment is dinner. I just haven’t fancied it lately. Don’t worry, I do eat, but it takes about two hours before we finally sit down at the table because neither of us fancy anything! This is a typical daily discussion about dinner:
Sprogdaddy arrives home from work
Me: What would you like for dinner?
Him: Dunno. What do you want?
we move onto something else for half an hour
Me: So what are we having for dinner then?
Him: Err… Dunno
Me: Guess it’s ‘default’ dinner then…..
‘default’ dinner being chicken, chips and beans
Of course, we don’t always have ‘default’ dinner. Sometimes the chicken is replaced with fish or some other kind of meat. No, seriously, we do enjoy a bit more variety than that. I’m particularly fond of fresh veggies drenched in gravy with, errr, chicken. Mmmm…. Now I know what we should have eaten today. Oh well, that’s tomorrow sorted then!