I wanted to eat vegetables. My God, how I wanted to eat vegetables!
Hell, I wanted to keep running long distances on nature trails like I was used to doing, but that was fading too.
Between the nausea, fatigue, and my dietitian advising me to eat close to 100 grams of (preferably) animal protein, my hopes of being this kick-ass vegan cancer patient like Kris Carr were slipping between my fingers.
And it sucked for my family too, who became accustomed to a mostly plant-based pantry. Goodbye quinoa and bean chili and hello traditional 'merican BEEF chili.
Meat, dairy, and sugary things is what I could stomach best. Don't judge.
And then I would go to work and watch my cross-fitting co-workers eat their clean-lunch and bragging and posting new bulging bicep selfies. The only thing bulging was my gut, and everything else felt like it was deflating.
I exercised and ate the best I could during chemotherapy, but eventually had to accept this point in the journey for what it was.
And despite what Forks Over Knives was warning that my diet might happen, I became cancer free anyway. And I'm back to eating more veggies...though bacon still tastes pretty damn awesome.