The Cake of Doom
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
I went grocery shopping today and I saw the prettiest piece of vegan, lemon poppy seed cake, made by a smallish bakery, sitting in my grocery store's bakery section. I make it a point to encourage the sale of such things. I want to help create the demand for those kinds of products.
So, I looked at the calories, and figured it fit into my meal plan for the day. I had plenty of calories to spend on it. I was going to live a little. (To be honest, I live a little quite a bit. I often have vegan cupcakes. If I didn't, the cakey, yummy things would become delicious, forbidden goodies, and I would crave them until I binged on them. It's all about damage control.
Dinner rolled around and it was time for my delicious, cakey treat. The first few bites were divine. Gooey things feel quite decadent when you don't eat dairy. Around the fifth bite, I started to think, "My...this is very...sugary." By the time I finished it, I had a bit of a headache from the sweetness...and felt a little ill.
Now, you don't have to tell me that vegan doesn't mean that it's magically healthy. I know it isn't. Vegan covers some pretty crappy food. My understanding is that Oreos are vegan. I have no illusions about their lack of nutritional content. BUT as I said before, I was indulging. I was aware that the cake was indulgent. Now, I'm paying for it. I feel positively sick from it. I feel like I need to drink a gallon of water to purge the sugar from my body. My tongue feels hairy...even after I brushed my teeth.
So...I have learned a valuable lesson.
*Cake is gross*
(No more cake for me for a while.)