I banged my head in my fall on Sunday. Not hard, but I was a bit rattled. My vision’s fine, there’s no lump, and I’m not dizzy. Since then, though, I have come very close to falling off the Vegan Heathen Lent wagon and I’ve been sleeping like shit. I don’t know if the first thing is related to the other two, or if the two latter things are related to each other, or if, coincidentally, all things are being pestery at once independent of each other. Bastards.
Seriously, though, I can’t stop eating and thinking about eating more, so there is something missing from my diet right now (suggestions from friends have included ‘pork chops’, ‘wings’, and ‘cheese’ – the latter is the most likely culprit). I’m taking multivitamins and adding Vega to smoothies several mornings a week (not a full serving, mind – that shit’s pricy), and I’m getting enough B12 and iron (the two vegan problem areas), so what am I lacking? I haven’t a clue, but it’s incredibly frustrating. I should be able to do this weirdo challenge, no problem.
Adding to the complications is that any time I eat soy, I get a terrible taste in my mouth afterwards (a shame, as I made a lovely stir-fry the other day that served as lunches for the next two). It’s, like, a poisoned metal taste, as if I’ve been sucking on change from the bottom of barista’s tip jar. I knew that soy and I weren’t the best of friends, but COME ON, denying me a soy latte means I always have to be organized enough to froth almond milk at home instead. Also, it makes getting enough protein (for me) more difficult. I’ve lost 8 of the 12lbs I gained over the winter in the last two weeks (despite not exercising much, especially this week post-fall), even though I am eating about 2500 calories a day (or more). I don’t think that’s right.
And the sleep thing. I have been stressed out like crazy, and last week’s pie chart reflects about a handful of nights over the course of a year, really. I’m not one to throw medication at an occasional sleep problem, but I did take a melatonin last night (which I do once in a while) and it didn’t seem to break the ‘waking up at 2am’ problem at all. I have been going to bed kind of sillily early lately, because I’ve been so tired. Maybe that’s the culprit? Maybe that’s why grandmas get up for the day at 5am?
Thing is, I’m largely (though not entirely) functional during the day. I’m getting shit done. I’m not flagging (much) task-wise, after weeks of being buried at the bottom of Paperwork Mountain and fretting almost all day long. Imagine what a superstar I’d be if I felt a bit better, eh? It’d be terrifying and amazing.
Speaking of superstars, Brian K Vaughan has a new series starting next week. You should pick it up. It is fantasy, but rooted in his new reality of parenthood (his kids are freakin’ ADORABLE and I hope I can afford to visit the whole family soon).