I've made it to day 3.
I've been having a blue period lately, so after lunch at Udupi yesterday, I ran 6 miles in Umstead on the trails, which helped quite a bit. There's something about charging up and down hills pockmarked with roots and rocks and holes that focuses you, and helps you forget your troubles for a bit.
When I got back to work, I was little high from endorphins, so I really didn't plan a meal for dinner. After a busy evening of gymnastics, the library (where the girls got books on tape and I picked up the "Ad Hoc at Home" cookbook, which is probably not the best thing to be looking at right now, but it was an impulse grab), tubs, and a quick game of "Trouble" (where Bridget got mad about losing to me, and threw each playing piece, one-by-one, across the room. I don't know where she gets that from...), I still had to feed myself.
I scrounged around in the fridge for a bit, and came up with a salad of silken tofu, grape tomatoes, torn lettuce, cilantro, and pickled mushrooms, dressed with a little olive oil, a bit of rice vinegar, and a sprinkle of coarse kosher salt.
I've always liked simple salads like this, and it really hit the spot (enough that when I finished it, I immediately made the same thing again, minus the lettuce, and ate a second helping).
It's getting a little easier to avoid the meat/animal products, I think, and I feel pretty good but a little weird, like I'm really on edge or something. I don't think it's the food, though.
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Sincere question: would a true vegan require assurance that the products aren't fertilized with animal products?
That's a good question. Maybe a lot of vegans eat organic?
In a weaker moment, I was thinking that since cows eat grass, they're technically plant-based....
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