…Except for trying to find a restaurant in beef country that serves vegan meals. We don’t have restaurants like that in Sheridan–it’s taken as a personal affront to the ranchers. To make it worse, I’m gluten-free. So pizza and pasta are out. Most restaurant salads are out, too–because they load them up with bacon and cheese. In fact, the only thing I could find on the menu for our office breakfast was hash browns. 

At least I get to preserve my sense of moral superiority. I may be getting sick of nuts and raisins, but no animals suffered to make my breakfast. Plus, my arteries are free and clear! (Clearly not. See hash brows, above). Hmm. It might be time to rethink my food choices–if the physiological effects weren’t so unequivocal. I really do feel better. And I am someone who’s tried to “feel good” for my whole life.

Without meds, this is good as it gets.

Yanno what?

I’ll take it.