It has now been about two weeks since I started eating vegan, which seems like a good time to mention how things are going.
As I’ve blogged, eating hasn’t been a problem, though I’ve noticed a few things.
I feel better.
I can’t measure this exactly, but I physically feel better than I felt two weeks ago, a month ago, or even six months ago.
Some of this might be placebo. I think I’m doing something healthy for myself, so, I feel healthier.
Part of this could also be because I’m not eating a lot of fats and oils, but I’ve also been hitting the gym regularly.
I think it’s fair to say that exercise, which my doctor prescribed, is also having some effect, but I have more energy, my mood is much improved.
Still, two weeks to see results? I don’t know. It seems premature. Yet, I feel great.
Now, we get a little gross…
One of the things I expected to happen once I stopped eating meat and cheese and started relying mostly on beans and vegetables for my protein was that I’d get gassy. You know, “beans, beans the musical fruit…,” but that hasn’t really happened. In fact, it might be less than what was normal for me.
As a busy guy, who tends to make his lunches in a crock pot, stews, chilies, and just plain ol’ pinto beans figure into my regular diet. They’re easy to make and cheap, two things you look for when you’re trying to stay within a budget.
In order to prevent myself from blowing up like a balloon, from time to time, I’ve utilized some over-the-counter medicine to help deal with that, but I haven’t really needed it.
I don’t know what to make of that.
I’ve lost weight.
Again, some reasonable skepticism: Just before I weighed in, I’d spent a full week binging on fast food, junk food, and other things loaded with sodium, which can make you retain fluid.
The weight loss could be due to a natural correction. I cut back on the salt and my body got rid of the water.
Also, it’s not usual for most of us to rapidly lose 10 pounds whenever you start a new diet, but I’m down 12-15 pounds in 15 days, and my clothes are clearly, getting looser.
By now I expected by now to be having werewolf-like cravings for fried chicken, hamburger, or cheerleaders, but that just hasn’t happened. I’m not craving cheese, milk, or ice cream either. I’m not having huge cravings for sweets or bread or anything at all.
My appetite has been controllable, something that seems unusual.
So far, this has not been a struggle.
Again, some reasonable skepticism. I’m not eating a lot of sugar either. Sugar has often been blamed for increasing appetite, and it’s frequently used in sauces and seasonings, but I’m not exactly avoiding sugar either. The salad dressing I use is chock full of sugar. The jarred spaghetti sauce I’ve used twice for pasta on Mondays has plenty of sugar in it and I haven’t stopped my occasional beer (which is also sugar).
So, here’s what I know: I’m eating less without trying. I don’t binge. I don’t get ravenously hungry and I feel all around better than I have in ages.