Some times you just have to cheat. You get tired. You get lazy. You get cravings. You give in & order takeout.
CHEESE! At last! My precious!! Sweet, juicy, tender pork. Crispy, flaky egg rolls. Not having to do any dishes at the end of the night, or clean the kitchen – WORTH IT!
Now, by this point you guys are no doubt thinking I’ve given up, am I right? To those of you who had even a little bit of faith in me, thanks! Turns out there is a vegan restaurant right down the street from our house. VEGAN! I decided to try it out after the husband and I looked over the very limited menu for over what seemed like an hour. It took a lot of convincing myself that this was just food. It wasn’t going to hurt me and I didn’t need to get upset over the thought of eating “fake meat.”
Let me just tell you this, that might have been one of the best quesadillas I’ve ever had. Black beans and some kind of “cheese substitute.” SO GOOD! Now, rest assured that I did not eat everything on this plate. This is going to be lunch tomorrow as well. I think this is just what I needed after drooling over something hot, juicy, and meaty all day long.
I can’t wait to keep trying new things from this place. I’m impressed. Now that my belly is full and the serious cravings have subsided, it’s time for me to get some sleep. I’ll post more tomorrow. I have lots to share!
The only thing I can seem to think about right now. It’s getting hard guys… It’s getting really hard. (Keep your crude comments to yourself, perv.)
The struggle is real.
I just have to keep reminding myself that this too shall pass. My body will adjust. This hunk of meat that looks so delicious right now will soon make me want to gag a bit. It just takes time. Patience young cub, patience.
Today was a hard day for me. I woke up really excited about this new vegan adventure, and I mean REALLY excited about it. I talked to my husband during our 4-hour road trip this morning and I’m really feeling his support through all of this. He understands why I’m making this change and he’s curious to see how I will feel after I complete my 4-week “adventure.”
Now, let’s fast forward to the point when we arrived at the river. It came time for me to take the luggage from the car to the house. “No big deal…” right? Wrong. It’s heavy luggage, there are stairs involved, it’s 98˚ outside, & I’m already struggling to get out of my husband’s tiny little car. Ugh. Finally, we get everything inside and get settled into the house. We decided to make our cold drinks, slap on our swimsuits, & head down to the very chilled and calm water of the good ol’ Guadalupe River.
I start to get upset all over again because now everyone is down in the river with the exception of one person who is napping on the couch and I still have to do my tricky yoga poses in the shower to shave my legs. Guys, it’s a chore. Trust me on this. There is a LOT of leg to shave.
I squeeze my lumpy large body into my swimsuit and slather on some sunscreen because I’m about as pasty as Casper the ghost. After getting out of breath and sweating all my sunscreen off as well as pre-soaking my swimsuit before I ever came close to the river, I was physically done. I was out of breath & my heart rate was at 171 all from shaving my legs and putting on a swimsuit. How pathetic?!
I always remind myself that I’m making terrible decisions that will lead me to an early death, but today I realized that I’ve actually already killed myself.
Whoa. Dark. I know. Please don’t take this the wrong way, guys. Hear me out. The meaning behind this statement will become more clear in the following statements.
I missed out on a lot of quality time with family because it took me 5 times as long to prepare myself than everyone else. I missed out on a big happy greeting from my in-laws because I was struggling with getting my shit inside the house. Let’s not forget the most embarrassing and terrible point in the day. The point when I realized that I can no longer climb the stairs back up to the house from the river. That’s right. I had to sit down half way and keep myself from hyperventilating. My legs were so shaky, I was so dizzy, I couldn’t breathe, & I had straight up tunnel vision. Do you have any idea how embarrassing that is? Everyone else just runs up the stairs like it’s a little escalator while I’m struggling to even get halfway. Guys, the days of my past are over. This is what I mean by “I’m already dead.”
So here I am, pretty much at rock bottom. I want my life back. I want a healthy heart and a body that I can live in again! Perhaps going vegan for a few weeks will help me realize what it’s truly like to have a healthy body, once and for all.
I’ve started talking about my journey for the past week or so with some of my closest friends & family. Most of them have been very supportive & have even helped to educate me on the positive effects this will have on my life. The responses have been fairly positive, however as expected I’ve run across some people who were pretty darn negative. Here are some of my favorites:
“If you want to eat shit, go ahead. I don’t care. You’ll end up like me regardless.”
Oh. Hey thanks. I certainly appreciate the enthusiasm for taking ownership of my health.
“You’ll never make it. You’ll fail within an hour.”
Hmmm. Pretty sure that’s the most ridiculous one. I’ll show you! Jerk.
“Oh GOD. You’re going to be a cranky bitch & I’m not sure I’m prepared to deal with that.”
Wow! I sure wasn’t expecting that! I’ll be sure to keep a Snickers near by… Oh wait. Shit.
Be careful with your words, friends. They can leave lasting impressions that you’ll never know about until it’s too late. Speak kindly to people. It really does make the world a better place.