Something has happened to me since I became a parent.
It’s to do with my eating habits.
Since I’ve had the twins something has happened to me – food-wise. Because I no longer eat three meals a day, at regular times of the day. Like I did before.
Pre kids – Hubby and I loved our food. We liked eating out, we would plan what to cook during the week and buy a variety of different cookbooks. However now, all that has changed. Drastically.
As a parent here’s how my ‘relationship’ with food is going:
The NTFAF (No Time For Any Food)
This stage of my life was when the twins were first born. I was experiencing tiredness beyond belief – struggling to even know what day it was. The pre-made stews and lasagnes that (whilst pregnant) I had stood and made, preparing and freezing, had now all been eaten. Going food shopping felt equally as complicated to that of sitting an advanced physics exam. Therefore the fridge was mostly bare – apart from containing all the baby milk.
Eating wasn’t really that important to us though. Mealtimes would pass without any thought. Lunchtime? Didn’t exist. Dinnertime wasn’t on anyone’s agenda. It got into the evening and Hubby and I might have a take away, or maybe just even have a quick sandwich. There was far more going on.
Did I shed loads of weight and have a body like Myleene Klass during this stage….errr no. Not at all.
The SCD (Sugar Craving Diet)
The twins aren’t sleeping for whatever reason (one is teething, or has a cough/cold) and so I wake up feeling like a zombie every day. You know those mornings when you get up and look forward to bedtime ALL day? You can’t stop yawning and your eyes burn? That. Anyway…I’m now trying to be good with food; I’m eating salads for lunch and making healthy choices for dinner…but those sugar cravings are hard work.
“Eat me” says the cake.
“Try me” says the biscuit – and at 3pm when you feel like you could literally close your eyes and sleep sitting up, a whole pack of cookies goes down no problem.
It’s this phase that I have started my addictions to diet coke, coffee, chocolate bars. Anything for a ‘legal high’. Just to get me through another hour; another game of hide & seek, or an episode of Peppa Pig.
The FBS (Food Bin Stage)
Right now, I’m currently here – going through this fun. Picture this. It’s Friday night, the twins are eating pizza for their tea and I’m having stir fry with Hubby later on when he gets home. Except that I had my lunch at 11.25am with them and now I am so hungry that the cheesy smell is actually making me drool. I’m hovering over them, willing them to eat and desperate to join them.
And then I do it.
When they’ve had enough and are finished I eat 3 pieces off Harry’s plate, and 4 off Lottie’s and then eat the 1 left on the chopping board.
This should be going in the food waste bin. Except that said bin – is now me. I used to scrape things into it, throw things away…now I shove them into me instead.
Then a few hours later, Hubby gets home and we have a stir fry.
TWO MEALS! No wonder I can’t shift this Mum tum.
It’s the same most days. I pick cheese that they leave, I eat their leftover toast. I finish their cereal. I munch on the cake they discard. I can’t bring myself to bin it. It looks so yummy. I know I shouldn’t do it, but….
I have no willpower.
I have no restraint.