“Yes, I’d like a cheeseburger, side of fries and…,” pausing casually like I didn’t know exactly what I wanted, “a coke.”
From day one of nursing twins I ate myself silly. Those few days in the hospital following their delivery were as nice as any resort vacation. Breakfast wheeled to MY BED, a tray full with a bagel, oatmeal, eggs, bacon, a doughnut, cup of coffee and apple juice, I was made in the shade. Of course I wasn’t going to sleep a wink for the next six months, so I enjoyed every moment of digging in. Food, glorious food.
A nursing mom’s appetite is no joke. Insatiable. Ravenous. Non-discriminating. I want food and I want it now dictating every move. Never missing a meal or a snack or a midnight snack or a bedside snack, nursing was full of endless calories and hours of munching. Jaw open jaw closed, over and over.
But every good thing must come to an end.
Weaning your baby from nursing can be emotional. The babies like their little routines. It’s hard to say “no more, sweet baby,” but when mommy decides it’s time, it’s time.
So, ending morning nurses was the hardest for us. To cope, we whisked the babies from their cribs and placed them in their high chairs, ready with bananas and water, before they could even show disdain. Turns out the babies are resilient and adaptable, though. The new plan is well underway and we’re all adjusted to the new norm.
That is everyone but me and my relationship with our pantry. I still hear whispers from the oreos, a special calling from sweet, sweet Coke. A bag of Doritos still seems swell and that bottle of full-on Ranch dressing still makes its way onto most every vegetable I have willed myself to eat. Now, of course, any one of these things in moderation is great! But, let’s just say this nursing mom’s diet has created a few habits that need to be redirected.
To, say, carrots.
Or more water.
Sigh, the plan that I had thought would work 10 weeks ago is still *not completely at all* in effect today, was this:
Identify the habit. It’s 9/10pm, TIME FOR A SNACK. Back in my nursing days, I needed this snack to fuel the night.
Respond to the habit in a new way. It’s 9/10pm, TIME FOR BED. For the sake of weaning, instead of grabbing a bag of peanut butter m&ms for this pre-bed snack, perhaps a big ‘ole glass of water will do or a few carrots.
Know your weakness. I cannot go to Chik Fil A without getting fries. I see no reason in the world to go there and NOT get the fries. Don’t get it at all. So, I’m not going to go to CFA two times a week anymore. No, it’s a weakness.
Choose whole over processed. My husband is successfully eating a paleo diet these days. He’s so great at it. I quietly eat oreos in the pantry while he eats a green apple publicly in the living room. The truth is, eating an ice cream cone next to the guy who’s eating frozen blueberries is less satisfying. Not because I feel bad or guilty (’cause i really don’t!), it’s because the fruit actually is better tasting in its whole and natural form. Less bloating afterwards, too.
So yesterday I think I had five (to seven) slices of pizza. I’m not exactly sure I’ve made any progress. I want to make better choices. But how do I get to there?
I mean, really, for months now, no one is nursing anymore.
Everyone around here is trying to help me make good choices. She brought this to me! Is there anything better than this?
My husband is the best chef ever, serving meals that integrate all the food groups with a mediterranean flare.
So, I need some tips. What has helped you get back into gear? Is it running five minutes a day? Limiting yourself to only two slices of pizza instead of five? Would love your thoughts! Leave ’em in the comments and let’s get this worked out. Help this mama wean herself from her no-longer-needed nursing diet.