I woke up this morning sick.
Throat tight, burning, swollen; ears are sore; I’m coughing up my lungs as I type. I hate being sick.
When I was a kid, I liked going to school when I was sick, because staying at home and laying on the couch made me feel worse. Nowadays, I still want to go outside, but my body is such a jerk. So I think I might stay in and give myself 1 day of rest before Easter tomorrow.
Being sick, my first bit of sad news is… I had chicken broth today. Veggie soup just doesn’t have the same comfort or richness that a simple chicken noodle soup does. And the only soup that makes me feel better, is Lipton; it’s what my mom made for me when I was a kid, and it’s the only thing that works.
Other than that, I’ve been nauseous and that pretty much killed any other appetite I’ve had. At all. Thinking of ANY kind of food, vegan or not, makes me feel the pre-vomit saliva build up in my mouth and has me eyeing the bathroom door.
The BF has been doing well with sticking to vegan today, and taking care of me. He’s such a sweetheart.
Him: How are you feeling?
Me: Like crap.
Him: Well you look pretty.
He made me smile so much, I almost forgot I was sick.
The second piece of sad news is, because tomorrow is Easter, today is the last day of Experiment “V.” I’m baking bread and cupcakes tomorrow (assuming I don’t die from this plague).
Pretty bad timing on my part, my bad. I never know when the f!#$ Easter lands. See, my sister is Jewish, my parents are Catholic, and the BF and I don’t practice any religion, so I get all these days confused. For me, Easter is more about getting together with my family, (all of whom I miss so much). Living 3,000 miles away has turned me into a big pile of tears when ever a holiday rolls around. So to make this place feel more like home, I’m going to bake up some Italian Easter bread.
But hey, 6/7 days ain’t bad!
This experiment has really helped both of us re-learn portion sizes, get more vegetables in our diet and be more creative with how we prepare them.
Overall, the BF lost 0 pounds (but didn’t gain any) and I lost 1 pound. Like I said before, we weren’t doing this to try and lose weight, but I was quite surprised at this outcome. When we have dairy and meat in our diet, we can easily lose 2lbs a week. I wonder if we weren’t eating enough calories, so maybe our bodies were holding onto each and every one of them.
I’m also wondering if I got sick because of the drastic change in my diet, and therefore confused and startled my immune system. I rarely get sick; (this year I shielded myself from a plague that went around to our friends, room mate, AND his girlfriend,) so a drastic change in diet isn’t a far fetched cause. My suggestion anyway, sick or not, is that if you’re interested in starting a vegan lifestyle, eeaaassee into it.
Would I ever do this again? Meh… probably not. Whenever I get bored with vegetables, I look to vegan cookbooks for inspiration and new things to try. But I like the balance that we had in our diet, (pre-falling-off-the-wagon,) so we’ll go back to that.
Now that this experiment is done, I wonder what we could try next…