Before Breakfast, After Long Run

Among many other things, I adore playing the eating game. Those of you close to me know that my "feedings" are serious times. Most days, my minutes are so budgeted that "feedings" sneak up on me. Far too often, time escapes me and hunger pains strike down. Those pains leave only a small window of time before I m..o..r..p..h...

At the beginning of the m..o..r..p..h.. process, I lose focus and the ability to form sentences, begin to stare while biting my fingernails, then comes the sudden and consuming thoughts of fried tofu or fresh fruit. (Easy to see where my vitamin deficiencies linger, eh?). In spite of the force of the m..o..r..p..h.. and with age, I have learned to avoid the quick fix of sugar, value local organic goodness and love slow five course meals with my friends.

My attention to organic living renders me a quizzical and serious eater. I am a borderline-vegan (thanks to Inga Muscio for legitimizing this term). Meaning I am a strict lactose-intolerant vegetarian, but am not always in-the-know enough (or with enough minutes to spare) to know about every morsel entering my digestive tract. Thus, I do not claim to be vegan. My wonderfully wacky vegan friends like to debate the validity of someone like me joining their clan, but regardless of who wins the argument that day, I abstain. But, like my vegan friends, I actively learn more about my body and diet every day.

For example, here is info illustrating an obstacle I face (and calling this an "obstacle" is weak on my part, no doubt) when it comes to committing to a true vegan lifestyle.

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