So I have been veganish for 3.5 months. I’ve really enjoyed it, been feeling pretty good, but the hubbend is beginning to balk at the lack of animal products in the food I cook. So, I decided to take a three day adventure while he is out of town. Ironic, yes, I am aware. However, I wanted to do it without any discussion so that I could truly see how I was feeling without interpretation by others. Others otherwise known as the hubbend.
I started yesterday on what appears to be a very balanced carb/fat/protein diet. In the past when I was eating animal protein it was mostly paleo (as you might recall), but that didn’t work so I thought I’d try a structured “balanced” diet.
So, my first reaction is wow, that is a shit-load of protein. (The USDA My Pyramid can officially suck it.) My second reaction is damn do I have the grouchies even with the coffee I am drinking. My third reaction after eating an egg this morning is, “Oh yes, this is why I stopped eating eggs because when I workout after eating them I feel like I am lugging around a ton of bricks.” This leads me back to why I have enjoyed eating less animal products in the first place. I have enjoyed the lightness and even keel-ness of my feelings since stopping the animal products. The past two days I have been tired and grouchy.
What is rather nice is how easy it is to eat with the animal protein in place. It is easy to bake some fish and put some veggies and a grain with it. It is simpler that way, but less fulfilling. for me.
I have been thinking about someone I know who eats meat and frozen spinach every day. I sometimes wonder if I could do that. It sounds so nice not to worry about what I eat. But then I remember that I am me. and me has emotional attachments to what me eats. And me actually likes to cook now so that just sounds plain boring.
So here I go on my spring veganish adventure. I am beginning to crave my greens and berry smoothie something fierce. I can’t wait until Thursday morning!!