Today marks my fifth day eating a vegan diet.

Yes, I am currently vegan in addition to being gluten-free and sugar free. Yes, there is plenty of food to eat. And yes, I do eat it. No, I haven’t given up wearing leather, nor do I plan to pour paint on any fur coats. I won’t berate anyone about their meat-eating ways. I like animal products. I just didn’t like the way I was feeling–bloated–and thought maybe this diet would help. I’ve certainly read enough propaganda about it over the years….

I have to admit: I really do feel better!

Now, my improved mood could still have something to do with the fact that I’m less than a week back from vacation…or it could be the seventies-with-sunshine days we’ve been having. Or else it could be that I was lactose intolerant and am finally not indulging in daily doses of allergens.

Or something else entirely.

But as someone with a lifetime diagnosis of depression, to go a full week without crying about something is pretty amazing. 

Call it what you will…I’ll be the one steering clear of cheeseburgers.