Today was Thanksgiving...biggest feast of the year. Except I'm pregnant which means I can *not* fit that much food into my stomach @ one time thanks to Baby boy. He's got priority. So I finally realized I have to have way smaller portions, more often.
It basically comes down to choices. I have 2 choices: breathing or eating. lol
Seriously though. So while everyone else was pigging out & over stuffing themselves I was nicely enjoying a bit of everything. I was pacing myself. It's not so hard.
I just serve small spoonfuls of everything, on my plate. It works perfectly. ;-)
Another thing is; regular foods I normally enjoy, seem to taste a little off. For example, my sil makes veggie lasagna every Thanksgiving & I love it. This year...not so much. I'm not a huge fan of turkey but I'll have a little...again, it was just yuck!
It's disappointing & some days nothing sounds remotely good. It's so extreme when you are pregnant. 2 mos ago I couldn't get enough to eat, I would even wake up in the middle of the night hungry. Now, just about nothing sounds good except what isn't good for me...like french fries, hamburgers & cold cereal...& my kiddos eat the cold cereal up before I can even get some. lol