Um, wait, what?

Yesterday I had a headache so persistent I ended up taking enough Advil and Aleve to get an elephant high. The dose that finally kicked the pain was taken with a snack of raw almonds and a banana that tasted sweet as a cookie to me, so I can't be sure if it was the illegal-in-most-states number of over-the-counter drugs I took or the sugar that sent the headache packing, but whatever.

Today I've felt, well, amazing, and I couldn't help but wonder if that feeling's related to the shit ton of veggies Mike and I are cramming down our gullets. And it has to be said, I feel totally awkward wondering if there's a connection between the two because I don't want to be the kind of person who leaps on the first conclusion that presents itself. Like the people you know who are convinced they're psychic because, like, twice in their lives, they thought about a person who called right before the phone rang and never mind that it was actually said psychic's birthday and the friend calling phones every year like clockwork.

Thing is, though, it's not just the headache, you see. Today I was quick to giggle for no reason--I'm talking about busting a gut* while slicing up veggies for a mondo salad because I remembered how funny I found the title of this here blog:

"How To Go Vegan Without Wanting to Kill Yourself" by Milo Jaroniec.

Believe me, I know it's too early to make sweeping statements, but the thing is, three days in, the anecdotal evidence about the benefits of a plant-based diet are starting to pile up:

• No hunger or cravings
• A reduced bodily insistence that I need the caffeine in my black tea, stat.
• Down 3.5 pounds in two days.
• Fruit tastes like it's been laced with crack
• Carrot juice tastes so mind-blowingly delicious I would choose it over a Guinness
• We actually went out and bought a juicer so we could make said carrot juice
• I'm sleeping through the night (I'm a sleep walker and talker who rarely sleeps through the night)
• I'm craving healthy foods (hello, carrot juice?)
• Mike and I decided to nix anniversary plans to indulge at one of our favorite carnivorous-themed restaurants and have decided to celebrate by trying out Grasshopper instead (vegetarian and vegan Asian cuisine)
• I worked against a writing deadline today and didn't panic when I thought I messed up the submission at the 11th hour (things worked out fine, thanks!).
• I'm giggling.
• Giggling.
• Did you catch the part about my giggling?

Yes, yes, yes, I know it's only been three days, but the list is pretty damn compelling, don't you think? Let's just say I'm keeping an eye on things. Well, mostly. Tonight Mike baked a loaf of wheat bread that used butter in the recipe, and I ate a slice without beating myself up about it.

Which means one very important thing: I should go back and add "cessation of self flagellation" to the list above.

*Edited thanks to eagle-eye Noah Tobin who informed me the typo-ed original "busting a nut" was anatomically impossible for me and just plain weird.