it takes cheesy to know cheesy

[tiedyedave]

I have a quart of kefir, a dozen eggs, and a block of cheddar in front of me that mark the ending of about three months of being vegan. I suspect that my digestive system will not be happy about the shift back, but hopefully it will only take a few days to get back to normal.

Why? I'm tired of thinking so much about what I'm going to eat. It's too stressful, and this is a point in my life at which I cannot devote enough time to it to make it work. I have a very weird appetite, so constraining it too much has caused problems. It had gotten to the point where I was occasionally very hungry, and almost always a little bit hungry, and some experiences over the past few days have really prompted me to acknowledge that I can't tolerate that feeling any more.

The really confusing thing here is that I haven't really missed the taste of any of the things I had stopped eating. The problem isn't vegan food, it's living in an aggressively nonvegan culture. I just miss being able to go into a restaurant or a cafe or a grocery store and quickly identify something, anything, that I can eat.

Okay, that's not quite true. I miss good pizza. Goodness gracious, I miss good pizza. As soon as I can verify that I can keep cheese down, I'm going to get some pizza.

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[tiedyedave]

I definitely never had trouble at the grocery store, especially because I always went to Wheatsville, the hippie grocery store. However, restaurants are really tricky because they'll often use bread or something that might have dairy content and sometimes the waitstaff won't even be able to figure out whether that's the case or not.