Alternate title: “The Art of the One-Handed Meal.” 😉 Thank you to New Chapter for sponsoring this post!
When I was pregnant, you guys heard a lot about food from me – but mostly about how I really wasn’t excited about it. I spent most of the first and third trimesters just generally feeling “eh” about food – I was really hungry, and I felt worse if I waited too long to eat, but it was always really hard to decide WHAT to eat, and often there were many foods that turned me off entirely. What I wanted to eat also changed minute to minute – I remember one night calling Matt on his way home from work and telling him that I HAD to have taco salad (a childhood fave). I literally could not eat anything else ever, it had to be taco salad, and it had to be immediately. I’m sure you guys can tell where this story is going – by the time poor Matt got home from the grocery store with all the ingredients for taco salad, I had decided that taco salad was actually the last thing I ever wanted to eat, and proceeded to have chocolate milk and watermelon for dinner instead while Matt ate taco salad. Lol! So as you can imagine, now that I’m no longer pregnant I’m loving actually enjoying food again – and not having to worry about whether I’ll still want something once it’s in front of me (vs. just wanting it when I ordered it, or when we started making it).
For the first month after giving birth, I wasn’t all that hungry – the pain meds I was taking early on due to the C section were probably messing with my appetite, and I had a lot of digestive issues during pregnancy that hung around for awhile in the early days postpartum, too. I had heard from friends how crazy hungry they were when breastfeeding, but I wasn’t experiencing that myself. It probably didn’t help that my sleep patterns were so all over the place, especially at first – I’d take a 2 hour nap some days and wake up to dinner, which felt like breakfast, so it was hard to eat a big hearty meal. And we were up all night, of course, which was also weird hunger-wise because each day felt like one really long endless day vs. a day and then night. And on top of that, I was extremely sedentary that first month, even compared to the end of pregnancy where I was still walking a ton. In short, my body (and my stomach) were very confused.
And then, suddenly, about a month and a half or so after Riese was born, BAM. I was STARVING. All the time. And I have been ever since. There was that breastfeeding hunger I’d been hearing so much about! Give me all the food!!
I find I’m especially hungry earlier in the day, so I’ve usually been doing two breakfasts. My first breakfast is typically avocado toast with a fried egg or two and tomato and/or some greens. I love this because it’s a great combination of protein (eggs), carbs (toast), and fat (avocado, egg yolks), plus some fruit/veggie volume. Keeps me satisfied more than a minute!
