I know, it's been awhile since I've posted anything. Let's face it, despite the fact that a picture is worth a thousand words, yesterdays post was kind of a cop out. But I'm having a problem. I feel I have nothing new to report. Do people really want to hear me bitch about the same things again? I'm going to have to say yes.

So here's the official 2 week report:

222.5 lbs. I've now lost a net of 7 pounds. That's pretty good! I have however, come to the realization that it is impossible to lose weight by dieting without also giving up alcohol. For every pound I undo during the week, I redo with alcohol consumption over the weekend. It suddenly dawns on me why so many vegans also are potheads. It allows them to maintain their svelte bony figures. And then when they get the munchies, all they have to snack on are root vegetables. I get it now.

While physically my body may be improving (the jury is definitely still out on this one) I feel I am suffering mentally. I sleep A LOT. I mean a lot a lot. Now granted, before this crazy experiment, I suffered a bit from insomnia. I'd have many a late night where I'd be forcing myself to attempt sleep with no avail. Now I'm barely keeping my eyes open come midnight. The problem though, is despite all my efforts, I am tired, ALL DAY. I constantly feel like I could use a nap. I feel this doesn't help me get done what I ought to be getting done. Especially at work where I sit in front of a computer for hours.

Also, I am still constantly hungry. I feel like my bodies metabolism has been set to ludacris speed. It's gone plaid. I ate a MONSTER portion of tofu saltado for dinner tonight, and 2 hours later, I was feeling the pangs of desire for food. This normally isn't a problem but come about 5pm, all the food at my work gets put away. So by 7pm, I HAVE to eat. Which means I HAVE to go home. Which isn't good if I still have work to do. So, to put it bluntly, I'm behind. Everyday I go in to work with the intentions of making it a big one, putting my nose to the grindstone and staying late and getting done what I need to to catch up. And everyday at 7pm, I'm too hungry to stay any longer. I guess I just need to bring my dinner with me, which is the plan for tomorrow.

Mostly, I'm miserable. I truly love all culinary delights and to deny myself of so many of them, just pains me. Today I was invited to the annual grilled cheese invitational, a gourmet grilled cheese cookoff. Sounds fantastic. Oh wait, I'm a vegan. Going would only be torture. It's that kind of thing that really gets me angry, letting my diet dictate my lifestyle.

Also, BOY am I regular.

So there you have it. It's 2 weeks later. I'm still miserable, hungry, and tired. I dont forsee anything changing for another 2 weeks. I think ultimately this is because I am just not the kind of person who is a vegan, and being a vegan is untrue to my core being, which only makes me unhappy. I don't have any inner motivation other than to see what happens. Knowing animals haven't died or been slightly discomforted for me, doesn't make me any happier. Furthermore, I'm not sure my lifestyle really lends itself to veganism. I work long hours, and don't have a lot of time to cook for myself. Which means, I basically have to figure something out, and there aren't too many options presented to me. Tonight, I ate well, because I prepared it, but if I'm not cooking, I'm getting screwed.

Okay, it's 12:21 and I have GOT to go to sleep because I feel delirous. You'd think the solid 9 hours I got last night would count for something. Apparently not when you're a vegan.

Oh, one last thing. Did you know that HONEY is not allowed? HONEY! WTF! I mean, yeah, I guess that's an animal product, but give me a break. HONEY!?!? They're fucking BEES! Does stealing their honey make them unhappy? Honestly, I hope so. Fuck bees.