Last week, I took a radical step and cut dairy and meat out of my diet completely.
Long before that move, I had been experiencing varying levels of crappiness–from end of the workday fatigue to what it must be like to wear Rachel Ray’s underwear as a ski mask (for 30 minutes! Blecch!). My schedule is tight and goes like this: I wake up between 5:30 and 6, get ready, and make Nathan’s breakfast. Then I make breakfast, let the eagles soar, dress and run out the door to catch the bus. After work, I come home to a little boy who wants to eat chicken nuggets and be read Where The Wild Things Are. And then there’s Nathan!
I am exhausted by this time and this early evening lethargy cancels out any hopeful plan I had that morning like, “Hey, maybe when Nathan goes to sleep, I’ll go to the gym!” or “Hey, maybe when Nathan goes to sleep, I’ll catch up on my correspondence!” But sadly, when I put Nathan to bed, I fall asleep, too.
I know my diet is a huge factor. Groundbreaking, right? All those powdered and dried pasta sides and chemically-engineered tater tots are affecting me, turning me into the female version of Chunk from The Goonies because my body jiggles so much that every step I take is the Truffle Shuffle.
In this past week of eating bean burritos with avocado, tomatoes, cucumber and tofutti sour cream, baked potatoes with salsa and kashi cereal and soy milk, I have noticed significant changes. My energy level has skyrocketed. I can stay up past 8 PM! No more asking Mike what happened in the last five minutes of CSI Miami!
I have attempted and failed at diets in the past, as is my pattern with many novelty experiments, like the time in eighth grade when I decided to become a reggae singer, but quickly realized that I didn’t want to sing reggae, I just wanted a legitimate reason to shout in public: LAWDA MERCY!
But this time I’m not looking at this as a diet or even as a “lifestyle” change. Every time I have the chance to eat, it’s a simple question: Will this make me feel crappy? I’d rather spend three dollars on an avocado than on a burger, fries and shake (even though in the dark crevices of my brain, I am screaming, “WHAT THE HELL WHOLE FOODS?!? THREE DOLLARS FOR A DIGGITY DANG AVOCADO?”).
I am fortunate to live in a city where there are a plethora of vegan options. I’m probably going to go buy Veganomicon (thanks Ashley) because there are 118 holds on the cookbook at the public library. Though, since I am still Seattle’s fattest vegan, I could just bodyslam my way to a copy.