Oh right. I forgot about this part. I always forget about this part. This raging animal hunger that kicks in around day 6 if I’m not prepared for it. The hands shaking, world-spinning, sudden-onset hungry-like-the-wolf hunger that’s enough to drive me to eat anything around me that’s not nailed down.
This is why there are so many chubby vegans in the world. Contrary to the popular notion that vegans are willowy, anemic twig people bent on self-deprivation, many vegans have appetites like marathon runners have appetites. It takes skill and vigilance to keep all the right foods around all of the time. You can’t just get hungry, uncoil, and strike on the first jar of peanut butter that falls your way. You have to plan and cook and prepare. Every calorie counts. You cant just drink them all as wine. Not that I did that. No. Of course not.
Tomorrow life will calm down and I will make up a shopping list and I will continue on my mission undeterred.
Cheeses uneaten: parmesan, cheddar, mozarella, feta
Eggs unbeaten: scrambled, stir-fried with veg
Uncheese enjoyed: melty white cheez sauce
Alternate Source of Life-Sustaining Grease Consumed at 1 am: Olive oil (with balsamic & bread), walnuts, almonds
Publication not picked up at the Price Chopper: Pleasure of Cheese
Food consumed that possibly had hidden butter or eggs: cookies
Mystery cheesy smell lingering in kitchen: Inexplicable, now growing legs
Missing it: Not yet. The wolf hunger wanted hummous, so that’s what it got.
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