Hi!

I would have liked to say “Happy Spring”, but it seems that winter has given us one last ‘F#%@ you’. Generous, thanks.

Anyway, I haven’t blogged in ages but I’m back. It turns out that veganism was not for me, but NOT because I didn’t keep up with it or didn’t love it. I had some sketchy side effects like fainting and low iron, which are things you have to look out for when making a switch like that but I wasn’t in an environment conducive to a 100% vegan diet. As a matter of fact, I challenge anyone who lives with a) adolescent guys and b) a huge Italian family to do what I did and actually maintain it. I’m just saying. So now, I’m being careful as to what goes into my mouth and when so as not to make Stomach angry. He tends to get rather cruel.

In other news, I’m learning to accept the coincidences in life and that maybe they are glimpses into a bigger scenario. I’m not a religious person by any stretch of the imagination, but I’m learning to embrace and understand my spirituality. I know that sounds cryptic, but the complexity of is just staggering. Too much to articulate on here. I’m just sharing that I’m on a journey. Wonder where I’ll end up…but it’s less about the destination and more about the quest. Saddle up!

xo, Lu

If you’re ever having a bad day and are looking for an excuse to marvel at the sheer stupidity hilarity of mankind then I have discovered an instant remedy.

Enter www.failblog.org    Enjoy.

Sometimes amidst the stupidity of daytime television, there are tiny gems of  scripted wisdom that escape the overly-plumped, excessively glossed lips of certain soap-opera stars actresses. I won’t name names for the sake of not obscuring the point. She said that the definition of insanity is knowing that some things are never going to change, and yet the constant need to change it convinces you that you can do it. It becomes a vicious cycle of determination, optimism, attempt, and failure. Do we learn from this? Or are we stepping  on the same rake over and over again, only to continue getting hit in the face with the damn handle..yet again. Is the bruise on your forehead worth the cause? It depends on who you ask.

Does this apply to me in any way, you ask? Do I mean to tell you that I willingly participate in this ”vicious cycle” of knowing there’s nothing I can do about it, while still convincing myself that if I tried hard enough I’ll find a breakthrough?

Yup. I plead Guilty by Reason of Insanity.

So I’ve gone almost-vegan. No meat, no dairy.  And the only reason I say “almost-vegan”  is because I allow myself egg whites and the occasional morsel of fish…you know, Omega 3’s and such. I’m completely floored by how good I feel. I used to suffer from moderate-severe gastritis, acid reflux and irregularity, among other equally nasty ailments. It had gotten to the point where I couldn’t pop a mint without cursing my wretched gastrointestinal system, desperately trying to find more creative ways to quell the inferno raging deep in my guts. I popped Tums and Rolaids like they were M&M’s and contorted my body into positions that would make Rold Gold proud.

Since my diet adjustment, I’ve had no bloating, lost inches in my waistline and have seen an exponential increase in my energy levels. However, it is not without sheer willpower that I’ve come thus far. The hardest part was giving up cheese. Ahh, cheese. I was an instant fan of anything melted, creamy, and/or stringable. But when I start to feel tempted to steal a little nibble, I remember that tasty, cheesy little morsel is good for about 10 seconds of satisfaction and 5-6 hours of pure intestinal warfare. Tasty? Yes. Painless? Not so much.

Maybe the switch to vegan/vegetarianism is not for the faint of heart…but for the faint of gut, it’s a worthy consideration indeed.

I’m jumping on the blogging bandwagon.

This could prove interesting.