I think somewhere between the beginning and end of my first pregnancy I developed food issues.
I have always been a picky eater–avoiding fish, disliking pizza, running away from spaghetti. Cooking, then, was an easy way for me to avoid eating foods I really didn’t like. I started trying new recipes while twiddling with the ingredients to make them just the way I liked and really enjoying the process.
After I married Ben and I conceived Emily, I stopped cooking. And eating. And desiring food. It’s hard to enjoy food when it smells disgusting and automatically comes back up once you swallow. Those first few months I survived on fast food. (Um, not really survived because I didn’t keep that down either, but at least I didn’t have to make it or smell it while it was being made. ) This constant sickness altered the way I viewed food. It was no longer enjoyable and I became even pickier about what I ate.
Becoming pregnant with Andrew just 6 months after she was born did not help things. I relied on IV’s and instant mashed potatoes to pull me through. Unfortunately, after he was born and especially after I had my miscarriage, I still had bouts of morning nausea. Thinking about meals is nearly impossible in this state. Over time, my list of banished foods has increased. I no longer cook meat (although that’s more because my lack of a dishwasher and my obsession with germs) and despise breakfast foods.
With Ben being absent, my desire to prepare meals has floundered. Thank goodness my children are still little, but eventually they will want to eat more variety than what I currently offer them. I’m crossing my fingers that my food issues will have disappeared by then.
Do share–do you have foods that you can’t eat because of negative associations? Do you consider yourself a picky eater? Want to come cook for me and my family?