Day 3

Day 3 was much better than Day 2 ended. Only a slight headache in the afternoon, as well as a yawn-filled afternoon lull around 5:00pm. Still didn't feel completely like myself, but I wasn't as miserable as the day before.

We just weren't in the mood to figure out what to cook for dinner, so we hit up Kerbey Lane instead.

We had their vegan breakfast tacos (rice, black beans, potatoes, salsa and tofu scramble or veggie chorizo) in corn tortillas. I personally liked the tofu scramble better, whereas Aaron like the veggie chorizo better. It was nice to have someone else do the cooking, and it was also nice to know there is a restaurant we can go to if we want to eat out. I won't lie, though - my inner carb/sugar/butter/cheese loving self was crying like a baby looking at all the other tables who had pancakes or queso.

As we were driving home from dinner last night, I felt a small, weird sadness kind of set in. I realized that I really, REALLY look forward to food everyday, and eating this new way kind of obliterates that. Don't misunderstand - the food is good, and I know we're doing something good, but I have nothing culinary to get excited about for the next three weeks, and that kind of bummed me out. It probably sounds weird to those who don't really enjoy the food they eat everyday, but I always have. Aaron is a perfect example of what I'm talking about ... he has always just eaten to fill the hole. He didn't use mealtimes as fun, unless it was a special occasion or a weekend excursion on one of our Sunday drives. I have always been the opposite, and sincerely got excited about the food I ate each day. I guess I need to delve more into recipes and finding new things to try, and that spark may come back. I'm going to have to get creative anyway, because I can easily foresee 18 more days of salad and raw veggies getting really old, really fast.

On to Day 4!

Love, peace, & veggies.