It’s Day 1 of Vegan Heathen Lent, which seems like less of a big deal than it has in the past (though, adorably, both my brothers have given me recipe suggestions, and my best friend asked what I wanted for my last supper last night). This might be because I have realised that I don’t need to make things complicated; I just need to have food. I could literally live on peanut butter sandwiches and french fries for 46 days*. But I won’t be, because scurvy is soooo 1746.
I’m also mandating that I should write a little something in this space every day, just to get back in the habit of writing. I have written 100% fuck-all since I crapped out on Holidailies two months ago. I haven’t been knitting either. I have, however, played about 9723 dumb word games on Lumosity and kept perhaps too close of tabs on the ‘Gilmore Girls’ revival news instead of doing actual productive anything.**
I’m off to the chiropractor this morning, but will be skipping the usual post-adjustment omelette at the hippy coffee shop down the street in favour of a vegan muffin and an almond milk latte. Made-last-weekend chili for lunch. Supper TBD. Dollar store trail mix (no, really, it’s pretty good!) and apples for snacks.
Today’s TILALBM: Got pedantic enough to look up when treatments for scurvy were discovered. James Lind discovered that citrus could help prevent it in 1747, but it wasn’t widespread knowledge until decades later. Also? Most non-primate mammals can synthesize their own Vitamin C and therefore do not get scurvy. Except guinea pigs and some bats.
* I am not holding to the ‘not on Sundays’ rule, since this isn’t actually a Christian thingo I’m doing, hence the name.
** Would I have watched if Liza Weil hadn’t signed on? Probably, but I wouldn’t have been happy about it.