I won’t lie. This week was harder. More than once as I walked home from work I dreamed of cheese-on-toast. I could taste the melting cheddar, the dripping butter, the fresh bread…I know, I don’t tend to eat much dairy normally, but cheese-on-toast! My mother always says that that’s what she brought me and my siblings up on and it is my go-to comfort food. Not ice cream or chocolate, but cheese-on-toast.
I resisted, though. I had those fairy-cakes (although not for very long). And I’ve started making banana berry smoothies for breakfast (with frozen berries to make for a nice cool drink). And avocado and bread makes for a very satisfactory snack.
I still don’t feel like I’m missing out (except for when we go to coffee shops and I realise that all they offer without eggs or dairy is a fruit salad if I’m lucky and dried fruit and nuts if I’m not. They so need to branch out into vegan baked goods!) or that I’m starving myself. I like food, I like eating, and I like that I can eat lots without feeling like I absolutely must go for a very long run to burn it all off (not that that happens very often. Lazy, remember?).
It gets easier, right?