This is hilarious to me. I started this blog post with the above title 8 months ago. EIGHT. And the obsession is still here. What I thought would be a temporary thing has become the norm. So I’m obsessed with food. I love eating food, I love talking about food, and I’m even learning to enjoy preparing food. That last bit surprises me, because I’ve never enjoyed cooking. That was always my sister’s thing, and my dad’s thing. Not my thing.
However, when I gave up dairy and eggs back in June (in addition to the elimination of meat last November), I had two choices: 1) Be stuck with boring beans and potatoes, or 2) Learn to cook a few things. I was content with choice #1 for awhile, but after a month or two I was starting to get a little more adventurous. And by adventurous, we’re really just talking about things like using real garlic cloves and learning how to chop vegetables. So while I’m nowhere near entering any culinary contests, I’m certainly learning how to hold my own in the kitchen. I’m learning how to throw things together without a plan (gasp!) and I’ve been rewarded more times than not. Vegan food is delicious, people. Like ridiculous good. I’m still very hesitant to broadcast myself as a vegan (more on that below), but that’s basically where I am. And it’s one of the best decisions I’ve made for myself.
Since these were serious eliminations from my regular diet, I’ve been trying to keep track of how my body has reacted. The most notable changes happened after ditching the dairy and eggs. These were the hardest for me, psychologically, to say goodbye to, but the rewards make it all worth it and I’m not even tempted to go back. Since June, I have not had one monster premenstrual headache. I used to get these every single month, and I am a big baby when it comes to headaches. Seriously. Since June I have also not had one episode of nerve pain in my feet. Actually, that’s not true. I had a hinting of it while camping in August but I also cheated that week and had some desserts containing dairy. That nerve pain was something that was happening on a fairy regular basis, yet now it’s only a memory. Constipation? No longer an issue. Fatigue? What’s that again? It’s all gone. Fatigue. I think the fatigue has been the most notable challenge throughout my MS journey. In the 8 years since my diagnosis, it’s been the one constant in my list of symptoms. But it’s gone, just like that, and I am still amazed. So when I am asked if I will ever go back to eating dairy, the answer is a confident NO.
If I ever feel like I miss it – the food, not the symptoms – I can just have a bite of someone else’s food and wait for the effects to remind me why I gave it up. Every time I have been tempted and had a small portion of what I’m fixing for my family, I’ve been rewarded with a killer headache within a few hours of eating. It’s nuts.
Now the reason I hesitate to tell people I’m vegan is because there are enough mean vegans out there giving the good and kind vegans a bad name. And for a lot of them, veganism is right up there with religion and politics. So I worry that by stating the fact that I’m a vegan, that I will scare people away, or they will think I’m going to try to pressure them into joining the club. But I’ll tell you, I don’t really think I fit in any club here. I’m part of a lot of vegan discussion groups, to get food and recipe ideas, and I’ll tell you we don’t see eye to eye on everything. So while I’m not walking around wearing the t-shirts and drinking the Kool-aid, if I’m at a restaurant I will be sure to tell them I’m vegan to insure I don’t get served anything that’s on my no-no list. Which is a whole other post, y’all, cuz seriously it’s crazy that we can’t find a way to serve delicious food in this country, in this day and age, without smothering it in cheese.