There are foods that you can go to the store and start substituting for what you’re used to. This isn’t an exercise in nutrient density; it’s about seeing that it doesn’t need to come from an animal to give you the same pleasure and joy.
Not all animal-free food is tasty, or well made. That’s why these are some of my favorites because I don’t feel like I’m missing anything; I get the full comfort of the fattiness, the chewiness, the mouth-feel that I want, plus I feel lighter afterwards, not so heavy and slow.
super-easily replace with what you’re accustomed to that will give you that comfortable
This food researcher is funny! I loved his first story on how to magnetize a baby. And I learned oodles, like why I’ve felt chemical cravings for certain foods, like chocolate and cheese on my vegan diet.
This is a must see! The time just flies by with this guy. Watch it now with a loved one. Go on! … How do his conclusions contradict or flow with your thinking?
Do you associate that really full, bloated feeling after a meal with having gotten your money’s worth at a restaurant? Or at dinner? The stomach is actually at a point of dysfunction and cannot do its job when it’s that way. So as super-tasty as my food has become, and as excited I am to explore new tastes & textures, I am learning–no, forced–to think differently. I realized why I have been gorging myself since I have become a vegan. Because prior to the switch, I wasn’t able to eat that much; my belly couldn’t digest so well. It was frustrating when well-meaning women would say, "You’re skinny–you need to eat more!" Well, duh. I’d like to eat more too. It’s just that I couldn’t. Now I can, thanks to all the cleansing and the cleaner burning fuel I’m running on. However, it feels like I’ve been waiting to be ultimately satisfied with food now that I can eat again… and then I’ll slow down. But I see the foolishness of that. There is no slowing down. Just more, a sure sign of unconsciousness. If I had seen it before, I would’ve averted the personal disaster this past summer where I:
My belly went into a pain spasm that took two excruciating weeks to heal, and left me foggy for another two weeks. And I’m still recovering from the cascade of repercussions to my personal life three months later. Now I continuously remember the Karyn Cabrese‘s comment that the stomach is the size of a fist, which reminds me to stop and pay attention to the quantity that I think I can stuff into my belly.
Update: I found a blog post called Full Belly Syndrome that better articulates what I was trying to convey.
