Why the plant-based diet didn't work for me
I felt enormous guilt, but oddly, I knew that I was doing the right thing for my body. It was filling….it satiated me in a way that I couldn’t replicate with plant-based foods alone. It felt like the essence of nourishment. It felt right.
Over the course of the next few days I finished the remaining eggs. I ate a poached egg on top of everything. Roasted potatoes, salad, toasted bread, nothing was immune.
Containing my cheat to the eggs felt manageable, better than an across-the-board breakdown. Ninety-five percent of the food I was eating was still vegan, but at this point, recognizing that eating vegan wasn’t for me, I rationalized that I was probably eating healthier foods now that I’d allowed eggs back into my life. I was no longer eating a tub of hummus each day.
The final days of my cleanse were tough. The end was near, I’d cheated, and felt sluggish from a head cold.
The last temptation came in the form of a burger. We’d gone to Bare Burger for a weekend brunch; as Rodney ordered his usual avocado chicken sandwich, I caved. I ordered a beef burger, topped with brisket and covered in cheddar cheese. Enough was enough. I didn’t finish the end of this book, but if you’re not enjoying a book, sometimes you just have to put it down.
I’m proud of what I ate this month. I pushed myself to try something new, I learned about what I like, and what I don’t like. I learned that my normal diet (barring the previous burger reference) is already pretty healthy. Vegan food is a great support player in my vegetable-heavy diet, but when it becomes the lead actor, things start to fall apart.
It’s my sincerest hope that I haven’t discouraged anyone from eating a vegan diet. I felt compelled to share my own experience, warts and all. What works for one person, doesn’t always work for the next. So cheers to good health and smart food choices, whether you’re vegan, paleo, gluten-free or anything in between. Hopefully we’ll all be winners.
Author, Feed Me Dearly blog