Burning out

It’s been a while since I last wrote, and since I haven’t done many noteworthy things lately, I guess now is as good a time as any to talk about how I almost walked away from derby at the beginning of this month.

tl;dr I bit off more derby than I could chew and am working on saving myself from choking on it

I don’t think I ever posted about it when it happened the first time, but this season did not go as expected because it turned out to be my last. Back in February, I took a very hard but very legal hit from one of my (now former) teammates during practice that sent me flying backwards. While I didn’t hit my head, I landed so hard on my butt that it shot right up my spine and made it feel like I did.

For anyone who has actually seen me skate, you’ll know that I am no stranger to falling; on my butt, on my knees, on my hips, wherever. Part of why I think I could half-ass my way through a bout as a jammer (or a blocker, for that matter) is because I basically bounce off the floor. But as soon as she hit me (again, very legally) and I fell on my butt and my head hurt, I knew something wasn’t right. So I crawled off the track, took off my gear, emailed my editor to ask for a sub the next day — I was scheduled for a night cops shift, so while normally I just play catch-up, I actually needed a sub for this — and went home and cried.

Backing up even further, at some point while learning to NSO (specifically scorekeeping) with the league on the other end of the state, I got to talking to their scoreboard operator, whose career had ended due to concussions. Inspired by her chats, and also having read “Concussion” by Jeanne Marie Laskas, I vowed to abide by a “one strike and you’re out” rule. Unlike NFL players (and, ahem, some other skaters), I was going to be progressive and stuff and actually acknowledge that concussions are bad and stop skating after my first one.

Hence the crying back in February.

Fast forwarding a bit, I ended up sticking it out until our last regularly scheduled game in September, partially because we had lost so many vets over the off-season (by the end of the season I was a vet, which tells you how hard up we were for skaters) and also I wanted a full playing season, dammit. I also decided that when I was done, I wasn’t going to stop skating entirely but rather switch to reffing; again, part of it was wanting to stick with the league and the fact that we reeeeeeally need refs, and part of it was that I had already spent at least $400 on gear and was not going to let that go to waste.

Between the hit in February and my last game on September 23 in Vermont, I did end up hitting my head not once but twice: once during practice in August and once in that last game. That last one more pissed me off than anything because I was like “seriously this is my last game,” plus the floor had like no traction and it was a guest skater from another CT league who hit me so she shouldn’t have been there in the first place, but whatever.

It was a little weird going from playing to just coaching. It’s not like the 3s ever gave me a hard time about my decision, other than a few who wanted me to come out of retirement for our surprise November game since we had ordered our uniforms for mid-August and they didn’t come in until October. I still went to Jersey for that game, this time as a ref, and while I didn’t do terribly (I called five penalties, all on our girls because I know their numbers, and I only forgot two hand signals), it just didn’t feel the same.

This is the part where my brain started working against me. Self confidence has never been my strong suit, and because other people (not on our league) had continued to play after concussions, I started to feel like I let down my team by leaving after what wasn’t even a concussion. Reffing came somewhat easily to me since I had NSOed and played, but sometimes the skaters would give me a hard time for my calls (I know some of them were crap, but they knew I was learning), so I started taking that personally too. And then came break.

Last year, we took off I think two or three weeks for Christmas because a lot of people were going to have attendance issues anyway with the holiday, but this year we voted to end for the year the week of Thanksgiving. The same attendance logic applied, plus with losing so many vets last offseason, they wanted to give people time to take a step back and regroup physically and mentally to avoid burnout. I was kind of looking forward to it since I was starting to feel down, and then all the 3s were gung ho about going to the gym 5 times a week during break and going skating and starting completely arbitrary diets and stuff, all things that are kind of the antithesis of break, at least I thought.

So what did I do? Project my self-hatred onto them and make myself think that they hate me for not working out full-time and eating nothing but kale. Despite the fact that we’re on break. Despite the fact that I’m a ref and would argue that I’m not an “athlete,” at least in the sense that I was an “athlete” when I was playing. (I think part of it was that I got put on that stupid no-dairy thing again and was permanently hangry from Thanksgiving through Christmas. Not having cheese was bad enough, let alone the overexaggerated and likely fabricated sense of self-righteousness my teammates had about not eating like a fat lard over the holidays.)

Not sure if I posted this ever either but also this year I started helping out with our newly-established junior derby league, going from volunteer with the intent of reffing to coach to VP. Juniors took a holiday break around the same time, but right around this time we started the process of merging efforts with the other junior league in the state. Combine that stress with my issues with the adult league and I started to wonder if I should have just hung up my skates.

(Of course, I had just bought new-to-me skates for about $350. That shouldn’t have been a deciding factor in my wellbeing, but it was.)

Instead, I talked to my derby mom and twin about how I was feeling, and my derby mom told me that I was burning out and that I needed to take a break. No skating, no meetings, no Facebook groups or messages, complete cut-off. She said ideally I should go 30 days, short enough not to write off derby completely but long enough to miss it and want to come back.

Did that happen? Not entirely. That Friday was our end of the year gala (that I had invited my boyfriend down from NY to go to), and Dec. 9 to Jan. 2 isn’t 30 days. I also didn’t completely tune out juniors stuff because of the merge and also coaching stuff for the adults because I had to chip in on ref things. And I had to buy new toe stops and guards for the new skates. But I muted our group, most of the other derby groups I was in, and have tried to avoid talking about it. Do I feel all hunky-dory? Again, not entirely. Self-confidence still isn’t my strong suit. But I do feel better about the whole thing.

I still have a few days to go before Jan. 2, which is the first day of juniors practice and the league meeting for the adults, but I have thanked my derby mom several times for possibly saving my derby career. I mean, she couldn’t save me from the first (or second, or third) sub-concussive hit, but if she hadn’t told me to go on this break, I’m not sure I’d be going back.

Besides, I really wanted to enjoy those new skates.


The rising tide of young, godless heathens


Long time, no see, I know. But I finally got around to writing a column for work about atheism and I wanted to share it.

I’ve been sitting on this idea for at least a year and a half, but I dilly-dallied on it because I couldn’t get in touch with the local group, my schedule didn’t always work to drive to New Haven, and a part of me wasn’t looking forward to all the fire and brimstone I’d receive from readers for admitting I was an atheist.

When I finally found a valid email for the local group, I started up again with research, and to start I was going to leave out my personal stuff, not only because of space constraints but also because of the threat of backlash. We have a strict-ish social media policy at work regarding sharing opinions because it could be used against us by readers/sources/etc., and I really didn’t want to lose my job because someone in a religious community didn’t trust me to write a fair article about them (I write about new pastors at area congregations from time to time).

As I was writing, I recognized very quickly that was going to be too long for one story, so I got permission to turn it into a two-part deal. I also decided that now that I had more space and a bit of confidence, I was going to include some of my personal stuff and then leave the rest here, though looking at the word count, that may have to wait for another post.

This is the full text of both columns, unedited in the sense that this is pre-copyfitting and edited in the sense that I don’t need to summarize something from six paragraphs ago. It’s also missing a placeholder sentence regarding hate mail because the story was just published online this morning and won’t be in mailboxes until Wednesday or Thursday, so I haven’t gotten any yet.

There’s been a rather annoying trend among clickbait titles lately of pointing out things that millennials have “killed.” A quick search shows articles capitalizing on the “deaths” of things like paper napkins, chain restaurants, the 9-to-5 work week, and even stuff the average 20-something can’t afford like a vacation cruise.

There’s also the accusation that millennials are killing religion. Most notably, we’ve been accused of causing the decline in church enrollment that leads to parish closures, but really we’re a convenient scapegoat for any sort of change that a certain religious group objects to. We’re contributing to the end times, if you will.

But how big is this rising tide of young godless heathens? According to a 2014 Pew study, about a third of millennials in the U.S. identify as “nones,” or unaffiliated with a religion. The average age of “nones” is 36, much lower than the average adult age of 46 and the average age of Protestants (52) and Catholics (49).

It’s not just millennials, though. The percentage decreases with older generations – Baby Boomers, for example, sit around 17 percent – but each generation group surveyed showed a small uptick in the percentage of “nones” from the previous Pew survey in 2007. A 2016 study showed 23 percent of all adults in the U.S. are “nones.”

Tom Krattenmaker, who writes about religion in public life and sits on the board of the Yale Humanist Community, has been studying this trend toward secularism. Referencing a 2016 study out of the Public Religion Research Institute, he said people leave with a religion or don’t identify with one in the first place primarily because they don’t believe in its teachings, regardless of their age. Other reasons included politicization, abuse scandals, treatment of LGBT people, and church views on science.

As an atheist myself, I agree with the PRRI assessment, but I can’t cite myself for obvious reasons, so I asked around to get reasons why other people left. Unfortunately, “outing” is still an issue (which I will discuss in the second installment of this piece), so finding people willing to be quoted was tricky.

I attended a meeting of the Atheist Humanist Society of Connecticut and Rhode Island in July, and the 10 or so people in attendance that night gave reasons ranging from finding other groups to be too “churchy” to wanting a group where they can have civil conversations that don’t get mired by religious conflict. Despite nationwide trends, the group was primarily older adults (well, older than me, anyway), and they noted that while membership was largely male and “engineer-types,” they were starting to see more women attending.

A super-not-scientific survey of “none” friends on Facebook found that many had also followed the “I just don’t believe it” assessment discussed in the PRRI study. One came to the realization after studying biblical theology at a Lutheran college (and quit shortly thereafter), and another who self-identified as a “recovering Catholic” came to it after listening to arguments by Sam Harris, one of the so-called “Four Horsemen of New Atheism.”

Other answers fit more like my own experience of not really believing in the first place, boiling down to too many questions with no or unsatisfying answers. For them, putting a god into the equation only complicates it, not simplifies it.

There is often concern from the religious community about this increase of non-believers. If you don’t believe in a higher power, what do you do with your life? How do you cope with daily stresses? How do you control the anti-religious urges to set churches on fire and eat live babies?

I’m being sarcastic here, obviously. But I’ve been asked those kinds of questions.

While there’s a wide variety of beliefs within the “nones,” one I see a lot is from the American Humanist Association: “good without a god.” In short, a person’s ability to do good in the world – helping little old ladies cross the street, running food drives, etc. – isn’t dependent on the presence of a higher power or that person’s belief in such.

However, being openly not religious or specifically an atheist can be a problem, even in a blue and relatively nonreligious state like Connecticut. Atheists and agnostics especially are generally viewed negatively by members of religious groups, according to a 2014 Pew study.

As a result, I had a bit of a hard time finding local people willing to be directly quoted about why they identified this way. When I attended the July meeting of AHSCTRI, a few people said they got backlash from family, friends and even employers for being an open atheist. Some said they weren’t public about it specifically for those reasons. I’ve never been threatened, but I’ve definitely been given a bit of side-eye and questioned.

Krattenmaker is working on a book about what people do after they leave the church, and he said an increasingly secular society will effectively become a big social experiment to see what takes the place of the church. Groups like the YHC are popping up all over the state and country to build community, find meaning, and live ethical lives without being religious.

I also went to one of the YHC’s Humanist Haven meetings in August to sit in on a discussion of what exactly these groups around the state are doing. There are about seven regional groups, including AHSCTRI, and they send delegates to the Connecticut Coalition of Reason. There are also smaller groups based around lunch meet-ups or other casual get-togethers.

They hold conferences and table at events to promote their groups to people who might not otherwise know they exist. They participate in rallies for causes they support and protest against ones they don’t. They have meetings with legislators to get bills passed on issues such as the standardization of oaths (taking out the “So help me God” part) (UPDATED 8/23, h/t Pat McCann: it’s not to take out the God bit but rather to add “or under penalty or perjury,” since other groups also have issues swearing to God and this way no one has to out themselves). They noted there’s a lot less money involved than with religious organizations, so they rely on volunteers and making alliances with other groups.

For more information on the various atheist and humanist groups throughout the state, visit unitedcor.org/coalition-of-reason/connecticut.

I have to admit, I’m not a huge fan of my conclusion, but most conversations I have about being an atheist end in “so yeah,” so that’s the best I have.

Challenge accepted, part 2

As promised, part two of this weekend’s veg challenge, with the actual details of the challenge. Prepare for bad food photos.

The rules: I had to buy everything I was going to eat, with the exception of cooking oil and spices. No meat, no dairy because I’m still stuck with that, eggs are ok because going vegan for a full weekend is a little bit of a stretch. I needed enough food for meals from Thursday night to Sunday breakfast, with the exception of one meal Saturday because I had to go home for a few hours to help with housework. And I had a budget of $20, since my $50/week limit is roughly $20 for the time frame I was working with.

Now that the challenge is complete, I can definitively say I did…. mehhh. I spent $15 at Stop & Shop Thursday getting ingredients, which was aided by my thorough examination of the flyer, trust of store brand stuff and recent discovery of the yellow “reduced” sticker.


Brown rice, frozen mixed veggies, cinnamon raisin English muffins from the discount rack, a dozen eggs, 4 bananas, a can of tomato sauce, a box of Jiffy blueberry muffin mix, two bags of Gardein fake fish and a dark chocolate cherry NibMor bar I saw at checkout.

Thursday night: dinner was eggs in tomato sauce (a lame version of shakshuka but something I like when I want eggs but need to give myself the illusion of making something healthy), dessert was the NibMor bar. Then I left for the meeting I had to go to for work and had some time to kill so I went to the ice cream place in town and got raspberry sorbet. But it was less than 5 bucks so that sorta doesn’t count, right?


I wanted a sugar cone, but the scooper lady was like “This is a little soft, do you want a cup too?” I was pretty excited because I prefer having both cup and cone but don’t ask for it because I don’t want to be charged extra.

Meeting, blah blah, came home and was still hungry so I had a cinnamon raisin English muffin with peanut butter, which was also a cheat because I took that from the cupboard.

Friday breakfast: blueberry pancakes with homemade maple syrup and eggs. The Jiffy mix has a recipe on the side for making pancakes instead of muffins, which is just making it a little runnier, and I subbed in water for the 1/3 cup of milk. I also had a little jar of syrup that my coworker made from the tree in the backyard, including about 2 gallons I harvested myself during a dogsitting session in February. I forgot how hot gas stoves are, so my first pancake was a little, uh, Cajun, and the second one wasn’t as burnt but it was raw in the middle. I had 2 more days of batter left, so I thinned it out a tiny bit and put it in the fridge for the next day.


Notice the strategic placement of the egg.

Friday lunch: this was my lamest meal, just veggies and rice. I *ahem* had an issue making the rice the night before because I followed the directions and somehow the water was absorbed 15 minutes early, but it was cooked ok, so I threw some spices in with the frozen veggies to heat up at work.

Friday dinner: time to test out the fake fish. A few dogsitting sessions ago, I bought some Quorn for dinner because it was on sale and I was intrigued, so this wasn’t a stretch. My plan probably would’ve worked better if the Gardein BOGOF sale was better labeled, but the only products that were definitely included were the fish sticks and crabcakes, which had peppers and onions in them, so I got two bags of the fish sticks. They cooked up fine in the oven, and even though the internal texture was more like chicken nuggets than fish, the flavor was fine, like standard crappy fish sticks. It worked out because I was jonesing for fish and chips. Plate it up with more rice and veggies, this time prepared with a bit of soy sauce and some cayenne and we have liftoff. Dessert was another English muffin with PB.


I’ll admit, not too shabby.

Saturday breakfast was blueberry pancakes and eggs again, this time the runnier batter so they turned out fine color-wise but I sucked at flipping them so they were yummy but ugly pancakes. Lunch was at home, and I totally broke the challenge by eating spaghetti with pulled pork and tomato sauce and then buying a Nantucket Nectars half-and-half, a fancy chocolate bar and other snacks when I went to Job Lot to get stuff for repotting our seedlings. I need to be supervised in that store. And dinner was a repeat of Friday, but I reheated the veggies and rice in some water on the stove so I served it in a bowl instead of a plate. I changed it up for dessert and put blueberry preserves from Job Lot on the English muffin and noshed on some of the chocolate bar.


It’s not a Reese’s peanut butter egg, but it doesn’t have dairy and it’s pretty good anyway.

And finally, this morning. You guessed it, blueberry pancakes and eggs, but this time I made a blueberry maple sauce with the maple syrup and a bit of the blueberry preserves I got at Job Lot. Bonus: my last pancake actually turned out looking and flipping like a regular pancake.


I decided that overeasy eggs + blueberry maple sauce = bad idea, so I made flat eggs instead.

I still have some of the tomato sauce, 4 eggs, 3 English muffins and a banana, but in the end, I’m pretty sure I totally failed this challenge. I spent more than 20 bucks, made the same breakfast and lunch/dinner for multiple days and ate meat anyway. (The Jiffy mix also uses lard instead of butter, but I ignored that.) But I’d be willing to try it again another time. Not full-time, but maybe for a week so I have money to buy a better variety or perhaps as a day or two a week incorporated into my regular diet.

Challenge accepted

Regular blogging is hard! So is making pancakes, as it turns out, but I’ll get to that in a sec.

More than halfway through a month of no dairy wooooooo

I stopped writing down what fun non-dairy things I’ve been eating, but I wouldn’t even eat a pasta salad thing that had ranch powder in it, so you’ll have to trust me on this one. Mostly “meat unit + veggies” lunches and dinners, the rest of my chili wannabe, another attempt at making coffee almondmilk, and a lot of applesauce and Oreos.

My schedule was super busy this week: Monday I flat-out forgot to write, Tuesday I had back to back derby practices from 5:30-9:30, Wednesday I was on cops and spent most of my shift waiting for a state police press conference that never happened, Thursday I was at a Board of Finance meeting and then started dogsitting, last night I got in my jammies at like 6 p.m. and watched Drag Race and worked on a MOOC and finished a book, and tonight here we are.

I think part of it was also getting tired of writing about how much going dairy-free sucks and I hate it. Also getting tired of complaining about how people keep pushing dairy substitutes despite my continued requests for them to stop. But I had an interesting chat with a leaguemate about the environmental benefits of going without animal products, which brings us to this post.

Polly is the kind of vegetarian that I enjoy talking with as an omnivore. She’s a great person in general, but specifically with this, she isn’t as sensationalistic as others I’ve met, which is why I was glad to engage her in a conversation the other day. She posted a link on FB and a short blurb saying how many people are concerned with current and future policies to protect the environment, yet many are unwilling to make changes in their own life to cut greenhouse gases by going vegan.

I’m familiar with the argument; IC hosts an environmental film festival every spring, and two of my classes senior year were used to screen a variety of docs, one being about this very subject. Being the miserly person I am, when we had the discussion bit at the end, I asked how this could work for low-income people because substitutes are expensive and not everyone has access to the quality vegetables that would make eating vegan a whole lot easier. My experience was that 50 bucks a week wouldn’t get you very far in the northeast. Two girls who weren’t in my class but sat with us to watch the doc got all pissy with me for asking that, as if Daiya and Quorn fell from the sky or something, but I didn’t feel like fighting so I dropped it and went about my day assuming their parents pay for their weekly trips to Wegmans (or GreenStar).

Based on my previous experience with the argument, I was glad Polly posted the article because I knew I could ask her about it and she would treat me like a human being. She and another vegetarian friend presented their rebuttals to my arguments regarding food access and price, and while their points were stronger than mine, they weren’t jerks about it like the two girls senior year. They also acknowledged that everyone going full vegan most likely won’t happen and even some reduction in animal product consumption (flexitarian or vegetarian as opposed to whole-hog vegan) would be beneficial for the environment instead of being all “blarg you need to drop everything and eat only raw vegetables for the rest of your life.”

It also got me thinking: is this something I could do? Not permanently, I don’t think; I’m still a little upset about not being able to have cheese for another two weeks. But on principle, I wanted to see if I could have some semblance of normal meals with minimal animal products while maintaining my $50 a week budget. I had to go out and buy food for the weekend for dogsitting anyway, so it would be a good time to test it out without drawing attention to it.

I’m going to save the rest of the post for tomorrow when I’ve technically completed the last meal of the challenge, that way we don’t end up with a super long post that keeps me up too late.

Accept no substitutes

This post is brought to you by my derby twin.

I won’t get into my aversion to dairy substitutes again because I’ve already beaten that metaphorical horse to death. But thanks to her, I am now the proud owner of a quart of almondmilk and a tub of fake butter. More importantly, I have consumed both and survived.

In going with our accidental twinning, my derby twin also cannot have dairy, but unlike my forced and purely cosmetic reasons, she’s lactose intolerant, so dairy is actually a bad thing for her. So when this challenge started, she was down for helping me come up with things I could eat without wanting to cry.

A lot of the league people had been sharing Whole30 and other healthy-ish recipes that happened to lack dairy since apparently dairy is “evil” even if your face doesn’t look like crap. Lots of nice neat bento box-style meat-veggie-sometimes-carbs setups. Those are pretty easy to keep dairy out because cheese is often just a seasoning for other “bad stuff.”

I was cool with this kind of plan — it forces me to eat more vegetables rather than filling up on potatoes. But my derby twin brought me almondmilk and fake butter at practice Tuesday because she had a coupon and thought I might want to try some dairy-free versions of foods I’d normally eat.

(this post took me a little longer to write and I got derailed by recent news developments and a minor existential crisis, so I’m going to keep this short)

I tried the almondmilk last night with ice and coffee syrup, and I don’t know if it was the ice or what but it didn’t really taste like anything. If I had to pick a word I would say it tasted like grain: not grainy as in texture but grain-like in being very bland. It’s been in the fridge since then so I won’t have to add ice to it next time, so I’ll report back when I try it again.

The fake butter was on my bread at dinner tonight as a sad attempt at a consolation prize for eating chicken parm without the parm, so really just chicken, pasta and tomato sauce. It tasted just like the real stuff on the bread. When I dropped some on my plate and just ate that bit straight up, I could tell that it wasn’t the real stuff because it was sweeter, but it was still pretty close.

Food today:

  • eggs, bacon and a snowflake roll
  • pork chop and mixed veggies, 2 Fig Newtons, raisins and honey roasted peanuts, applesauce
  • chicken parm without the parm, bread and fake butter, two more Fig Newtons

Licking the plate

I did not actually lick the plate clean when we went to the fancy restaurant in Providence on Saturday for my grandparents’ 50th anniversary, but what I did do wasn’t much better.

There are 10 of us in my mom’s immediate family: she has a sister, they each have two girls, plus spouses and my grandparents. Despite living within 20 minutes of each other, we don’t really get together a whole lot because of sports and work and such, let alone at a fancy restaurant. But a 50-year anniversary is a pretty big deal, so we decided to treat my grandparents and have a nice dinner.

Aside from this new stupid dairy thing, I eat most things, so finding something “fancy” to eat isn’t a problem. I’m not like some of my other cousins, who until adulthood only ordered cheeseburgers regardless of the venue, or my sister, who is roughly half Italian and somehow doesn’t eat tomato sauce. Instead, my mom had to have the money talk with me, the “everything is expensive, pick what you are going to eat and don’t worry about it” talk that I dread.

I’m a broke college grad. I should be happy that I can order a $20+ entree without punishment, right? Nope. Other people have Catholic guilt. I have student debt guilt. I hate myself the rest of the week if I forget to pack myself 2 meals on Tuesdays for double practice and have to get Moe’s for lunch. I’ve had internal fights over whether I can justify buying a snack from the reduced bakery rack at the food co-op. And missing out on Free Cone Day yesterday was a major bummer because instead of getting free sorbet, I went to Stop and Shop and bought like five other things in addition to the Italian ice I bought since it’s way cheaper than sorbet.

(notice how all these examples were food related. I won’t even go into what happens when I have to buy non-food things.)

The dairy thing limited me mostly to seafood dishes, which is fine because I like seafood, but that bumped me up into the $25-30 range. Fortunately the dish I ended up getting was a special that night, and the waitress never said how much it was, so as far as I’m concerned my meal was free.

Instead of getting spaghetti with clam sauce or this shrimp thing with squid ink pasta, I went with a pan-seared duck breast with a balsamic blueberry glaze, lemon fingerling potatoes and arugula. I’ve only had duck once and it was in the form of duck nuggets (saying it still makes me laugh four years later), so I was in for a treat. The duck skin and potatoes were nice and crunchy, the meat was tender, and the sauce not only cut the bitterness of the arugula but ended up serving as my dessert as well. It also allowed me to justify being an adult and ordering a blueberry vodka lemonade.

It was an Italian restaurant, so even though I should have known better than to look at the dessert menu for something I could eat, I did anyway. My sister looked at me funny when I passed up the chance for dessert until I read down the list for her. Mascarpone, that’s cheese. Milk chocolate. Mascarpone. Chocolate cake, usually has butter. Bread pudding, usually has milk. Cannoli, cheese inside. Custard, cream. Mascarpone again. So I took the leftover bread that the adults were responsible enough not to eat two baskets of unlike us young’uns and used it to soak up every last dribble of that balsamic blueberry sauce. The bus boy came over to take our plates and I felt like Gollum hoarding the Ring because I wasn’t done with the sauce (or *ahem* the rest of the bread.)

My mom and sister brought home leftovers. I did not. I have no shame.


Now that we’re caught up on that, here’s Tuesday and today’s episodes of what I can and can’t eat:

  • Yesterday: eggs and English muffin with jelly, pork chop and green beans, pulled pork and mixed veggies, crunchy Clif bar (like the Nature Valley ones), Fig Newtons, applesauce probably, obligatory Oreo
    • No-gos: I GOT RID OF THE DONUTS YAY. My grandparents came to swap out my EZPass and I gave them the donuts. Also Ben & Jerry’s, but I checked to see what they had for sorbet before I even left, and then it was moot because the line was too long.
  • Today: eggs, chili wannabe with Tostitos, a Pop Tart, venison mushroom stuff and potatoes, applesauce, raisins and honey-roasted peanuts
    • No-gos: Nothing specific, though I usually get hungry on my late shift and was tempted to hit the reduced bakery rack at the co-op but decided to be responsible.


Cans and can’ts

I consider myself to be relatively educated in terms of what I should and shouldn’t be eating. I’m far more likely to follow general guidelines of “everything in moderation” rather than dietary absolutes (with the exception of things like licorice-flavored things because they’re gross), so this has been a challenge even if we ignore the fact that I love cheese and other milk products. I guess no one is really holding me to it — if I eat a buttermilk biscuit and no one is around to see it, does the casein still count? — but if there is going to be any semblance of science here, I want to be fair. And the faster I get to a month without any dairy, the faster I can resume my regular eating habits and the second part of this experiment.

Some switches have been easy. No cereal and milk for breakfast. Oh darn, I guess I’ll have eggs cooked in bacon fat. No sandwiches with cheese for lunch. That’s cool, I kind of get sick of sandwiches after a while and have no problem with leftovers. No glass of milk with dinner. Fine, whatever, I need to drink more water anyway. And while it hasn’t been particularly enjoyable avoiding baked goods, it’s much less stressful to assume that they are guilty until proven innocent rather than agonizing over it and/or terrorizing the poor waitstaff or cashier over something that isn’t a life or death matter.

What has been a little tricky, aside from leaving the locker room at Planet Fitness today to see a beautiful, greasy spread of pies for Pizza Monday, is finding healthy alternatives for snacks. I like most vegetables and fruit, but there’s only so many days in a row that you can pack carrots and applesauce without wanting to throw something at someone. My sad attempt at “clean eating” for derby also led me to opt for string cheese or something along those lines for a snack at work or after practice rather than, say, unattended cookies, and now I can’t do that either. (My mom just bought a big BJ’s pack of string cheese, too, which sucks.)

My derby friends have been helpful with offering ideas, but most of them revolve around dairy substitutes like almond milk, which again kind of freak me out and threaten to annihilate what little expendable income I have. So here’s a quick list of what I’ve been able to eat in the last few days:

  • Wednesday: eggs cooked in bacon fat, taco turkey burger and a conglomeration of tomato sauce/black beans/corn that I call “sad soup,” chicken and stir fried noodles, carrot sticks, plain applesauce, peanut butter Oreos
  • Thursday: strawberry Pop Tart, Triscuts and roasted garlic/spinach artichoke hummus, something for lunch that I can’t remember but it was leftovers and not a sandwich, potatoes and kielbasa, plain applesauce, peanut butter Oreos
  • Friday: eggs, tossed salad, russet potato chips, plain applesauce, teriyaki burger and fries, peanut butter Oreos (are you noticing a pattern yet?)
  • Saturday: eggs and bacon, a super lame lunch of carrots/Triscuits/russet chips/hummus because I woke up late and had a late breakfast, and this awesome pan-seared duck breast with potatoes that might warrant its own post tomorrow
  • Sunday: eggs/bacon/sausage/English muffin with peach jelly, chicken/rice/carrots, pulled pork chili wannabe (a true chili connoisseur would probably be horrified by my mix of pork, tomato sauce, canned kidney beans and seasoning, but it tasted good) and a banana
  • Today: brown sugar and cinnamon Pop Tart, more chili wannabe with Tostitos, applesauce, venison and mushrooms with a roll and potatoes, and a strawberry Pop Tart because apparently I’m not supposed to be eating all the Oreos

Things I have encountered and wanted to eat but cannot:

  • Wednesday: donuts
  • Thursday: donuts, a lot of stuff at Panera (we had a meeting there, and I needed to be responsible and not buy food even if I was allowed to eat it)
  • Friday: still donuts, retirement cupcakes for one of the guys on the copy desk at work
  • Saturday: WHY DO WE STILL HAVE DONUTS THESE SHOULD HAVE BEEN EATEN THREE DAYS AGO, pretty much everything at the duck restaurant but again that will be another post
  • Sunday: nothing in particular, actually. Sunday was pretty easy.
  • Today: wait just kidding the stupid donuts are still in the house, Pizza Monday at PF, and I almost buttered my roll but stopped myself from reaching toward the butter dish

All things considered (heh, NPR joke), it hasn’t been hair-pullingly bad, more just annoying and inconvenient. Still looking for cheap and healthy snack ideas, though. I’m running out of patience for carrots and it hasn’t even been a week yet.