I was at a work outing yesterday and had pizza and beer for the first time in months; the beer was more alcohol than I’ve had in in toto for 2015. And I tell you, it was really good. Props to Pinstripes on East Illinois, but that Margherita pizza was some of the best pizza I’ve ever eaten.
But holy crap did I feel terrible an hour later. My joints swelled, and my chest just felt heavy; everything seemed like it took more effort. Plus, I was ungodly thirsty. I sucked down two tall glasses of diluted lemonade/orange-juice within minutes of getting home.
I’ve been vegan for the last six months and am now attempting vegan minus nuts, oil, and avocado. It’s a huge pain in the ass. However, it’s sort of nice to see what a difference it makes given a lapse like yesterday. I’m sure a lot of the effects were compounded by my heart condition, but it boggles my mind now to think that, before, I wouldn’t even hesitate to eat like that.
And those were even special occasions for me. Eating like that every day? No wonder over half a million Americans die of heart disease every year.