Written on March 16th:
Ice cream and pickles?
My few cravings don’t hold a candle to my intensifying aversions.
Here’s how it’s working right now:
I’ll want something. Nothing could be more wonderful than that something. I could eat my weight in that something. And yet suddenly, with no warning whatsoever, I never want that something… Ever. Again. What was once enjoyable, what had once compelled me to wipe my plate clean (three times), would suddenly turn it’s back on me. Five minutes into total meal digestion, my body will decide that not only do I not want anymore, I never want it ever again.
So I’m running out of foods that I can eat.
On the other hand, I’m introducing more foods that I would normally never eat.
This baby really appreciates:
- Corn dogs.
- Captain Crunch.
- Macaroni and cheese.
- (Are you sensing a color theme?)
- Chicken nuggets.
- More macaroni and cheese.
- Graham crackers.
- Ginger ale.
- Annnnnnnnd… the macaroni and cheese on Brian’s plate.
And that’s pretty much all that I can stomach eating these days.
But aversions? Aversions are funny.
On Monday, I cooked my miracle, Brian-loves-this eggplant dish. On Wednesday morning, I blogged about our eggplant success. On Wednesday afternoon, every comment that I received about that post made me nauseous as it brought back colorful images of Italian food. I’ve been intentionally avoiding the thought of marinara sauce ever since.
- The above-mentioned dish.
- Red Italian sauce in anything – lasagna, spaghetti, pizza, etc.
- Anything with oregano.
- Salads. (NO! Not my salads! I’m really trying to force them down, but it’s a challenge. Two months ago? I was eating them Every. Day.)
- Anything that would top a salad.
- Grilled chicken (or chunks of meat in general).
- Yogurt. (Again, another once-upon-a-time daily staple.)
- Spicy Mexican foods.
- Coffee. (Can’t stand the smell of it right now.)
And, oh yeah, sorry about my breath.
Presently my baby is endorsing poor dental hygiene as I can hardly tolerate brushing my teeth, chewing gum or sucking on mints.
Mint ice cream, however? Bring it on.
Who AM I?
All of my excellent eating habits have been hijacked and replaced with a need for processed, bland-colored junk! If any ingredient falls of out my rainbow spectrum of white, tan or yellow, my brain won’t let my stomach tolerate it!