I’ve been cheating…
on my vegan diet.
Some of the cheats have been necessary, being human cheats. For example, after the Wisconsin Marathon we tried a local restaurant in Kenosha. Not being familiar with the area, it was a wildcard for whether or not I’d be able to find something safe on the menu. The only vegan-safe item was a salad. I’m sorry, but after running 26.2 miles a plate of lettuce is not going to do me any good. I ordered a turkey sandwich.
Other small cheats have been at social gatherings, where I don’t want to be the vegan asshole, so I’ll nibble on some Cheez-It crackers, or whatever is offered. A major goal I had going into the vegan diet was not to be a vegan asshole. I’m fairly certain I haven’t been. To be honest, I find it’s often the other people who are assholes with their remarks about it.
I am very, very lucky though. I have some of the greatest friends who do support it. I’m in a book club with some fabulous girls, and for each gathering someone always brings something vegan. I don’t even make a request for it, out of the goodness of their beautiful hearts they give a vegan recipe a whirl. These ladies are just too cool.
Anyway, back to the cheating. Now that I’ve started getting into longer training rides and runs for Ironman, I’m HANGRY. So, so, so ravenous that it hurts. Last weekend I raced a duathlon, swam a mile in open water, and then ran 8 miles. On Monday afternoon I looked at John with fear in my eyes and said, “I need ice-cream”
No questions were asked, he’s seen this kind of hunger before. He took me to Culvers where I got a big frozen custard mixer with Oreos in it. I demolished the entire thing. It was amazing.
On Tuesday I ate the entire contents of my sack lunch and it was not enough. I went to the vending machine and got mint M&Ms, thinking that maybe I wouldn’t finish them all because ewwww mint. Nope, I inhaled the entire bag. Thursday the same thing happened, except this time I didn’t screw around, I went for the peanut M&Ms. For two seconds the bag got stuck, I nearly cried, and then TWO bags fell down. I won the vending machine lottery! I ate a bag and a half, and attempted to save the other half for later. This is where I found myself eating frozen raw cookie dough. Eeeeep. Not good.
My training has increased, I’m hungry, and I’m struggling. HALP!!