... at least for me.
A few weeks ago, at our Saturday trip to the farmers' market, as my husband and I purchased our lovely grassfed beef and local produce, I caught a whiff of the bagels from a stand. All of a sudden, I needed to have one.
Me: Husband, I need a bagel immediately.
Husband: Really? Do you even like bagels? You haven't had one in awhile.
Me: Yes, I know, but I need one now.
(Approach bagel stand)
Me: No, I probably shouldn't.
Husband: There's nothing nutritious about them. You don't need one.
Me: You're right. I've been Primal for so long. I don't know what came over me.
(Leave market)
Me: I should have gotten a bagel.
Husband: (Shakes head). Do you want to go back for one?
Me: No, no, no, it's okay. Let's just get some coffee.
(Yes, I drink coffee pregnant, and yes, some caffeine is safe. I usually do a cup or a cup and a half a day. Sometimes I drink regular; sometimes I drink decaf.)
After each trip to the market, my husband and I ritualistically walk to our local Dunkin' Donuts for some coffee with milk. A small iced is my preferred drink of choice; my husband prefers hot coffee but drinks iced in the summer. I used to be the girl who drank at least three cups of coffee a day, so cutting back to a small took some adjusting, but I've managed just fine.
Once in DD, I start eyeing the bagels.
Me: Do I want a bagel?
Husband: If you want one, get one.
Me: Nah, it's okay. I don't think they even really taste that great.
Husband: You sure?
Me: Yes, yes, I'm fine.
(Leave Dunkin' Donuts and walk home)
Me: I should have gotten a bagel.
Husband: (shrugs).
We proceed to make a fabulous breakfast of bacon and eggs, get the kitchen organized, and decide to head to the CrossFit Regionals. As we get in the car and start driving off, I turn to him and say:
Me: I really need a bagel.
Husband: Are you sure?
Me: Yes. Please. It's urgent. I don't know what I'm ever going to do if I don't get a bagel now!
Husband sighs, and we park the car at Bruegger's. I dash inside and order an everything bagel, toasted with cream cheese. My husband orders one too. I impatiently pace the store floor as I wait for my bagel to be toasted and greedily snatch it out of the hands of the clerk when he gives it to me. We get into the car and I dive into bagel as quickly as possible. Tears are practically streaming down my face, I'm so happy. It's a euphoric moment.
A few minutes pass.
Husband: That bagel really wasn't very good.
Me: What are you talking about?!?!?!? That's the best thing I've eaten in forever!
So folks, I really wish I could be that person who was a super clean pregnant eater. I confess, I'm not. Sometimes, the cravings are so overwhelming, I don't know what to do but to give in.
So, my general rule of thumb is to still eat a primarily Primal diet, and limit a big craving to one a day. Sometimes I have more; sometimes I stick to Primal. It really depends on the day (and dare I blame this little Peanut?)
But, I try to make sure I always have food on me to try and offset a craving (Larabars can be my best friend at times). I also try to take it one day at a time. I don't eat bagels everyday, nor do I eat flour on a consistent basis. I just try to find a happy medium that will work for me right now. I'm confident that I will go back to my previous eating habits.
I think these cravings come, in part, from not sleeping well. While I've been fortunate enough to not have morning sickness, I became quite the insomniac during my first trimester. Sugar and processed grains probably gave a quick and dirty insulin boost to keep me going, even though I mentally know those won't have great effects over the long term. But sometimes, it's hard to convince your body of that.
But man, that bagel was pretty awesome.
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