The last time I was pregnant, I remember telling everyone within earshot that I had ZERO cravings. I remember talking a whole lot of smack about how pregnancy cravings were nothing but a myth created in Hollywood to sell romantic comedies. “Pshhhhh! Cravings? What cravings?!” I scoffed.
Fast forward to this pregnancy and I don’t know who I am anymore. I have completely lost all semblance of self-control when it comes to food. I have had milkshakes for breakfast, lunch AND dinner on more than one occasion. I have made Mr. Big leave the house at the crack of dawn to go and get me bhajias (with 3 bags of chili sauce!). I have had such a strong urge to eat beer battered fish that I once left work early to go shop for ingredients before speeding home and launching into a fish frying frenzy.
And how erratic are these cravings?! What satisfies my craving today might literally make me gag in disgust tomorrow. Overnight, I develop strong aversions to things that I used to love, like marinara sauce! And hard-boiled eggs! (If you’re planning a food date with me, prepare yourself for a frantic call an hour before our meeting time begging for a change in venue because I suddenly NEED to eat Pad Thai Noodles or cannot fathom being anywhere near the stench of pizza)
I would love to say that I’m happily going with the flow but alas, I find myself constantly fighting nagging guilt about all of this indulgence (my Snapchat videos oscillate unpredictably between “OMG, YUM!” and “WHAT HAVE I DONE?”). On one hand, I want to take advantage of one of the few perks of pregnancy; Namely, I can eat whatever I want without thinking about my problematic waist line, mostly because I don’t have a waist line anymore. But on the other hand, I don’t want to go too far with my binge, gain 300 kilos and then find myself joining the Flat Tummy Tea cult of wishful thinking.
So I have reached a decision, and that is to allow myself a little more indulgence than I did pre-pregnancy while attempting not to go completely overboard. This means making some compromises…like having fried chicken only once PER DAY, and limiting my weekly allowance of fries and bhajias to 3 times per week (Fries and bhajias on Mondays, public holidays and at lunch buffets do not count towards this weekly quota).
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m headed out to KFC for lunch because I’m dying for a Sweet Chili wrap with a Fanta Passion on the side.