Abigoliah Schamaun

Comedian, Yogi, Whiskey Enthusiast. 

Cravings/Not Cravings

Cravings/Not Cravings

* Originally posted. January 12, 2016

OH-WHOA! WE’RE HALF WAY THERE!

I’m at the halfway point of the Paleo, and things are going fine. Maybe it’s having Adam visit or maybe the novelty is wearing off but I could do with a bowl of rice and beans about now. We woke up this morning and I made us scrambled eggs with vegetables for breakfast, then we headed to Crossfit. There are friends who are annoying to have around when you’re experimenting with food like I am at the moment. Those are the friends, who look sadly at your plate and say, “I just couldn’t do what you’re doing.” or “Yeah, but sometimes don’t you just want a pie?” And then there are friends like Adam. Who are great to have around when you’re eating in an alternative manner and trying to be healthy. He’s supportive and, what’s fun is when Adam goes to other places he likes to workout. We went to Yoga yesterday and today I took him to his first ever Crossfit class at Crossfit Blackfriars. It was a day of pretty much just cleans (a type of lift) which I thought was good because it’s something he’s not really done before.

After class we walked to Borough Market and stopped for lunch at The George Inn, it was built in 1677 and rumor has it Dickens used to stay and sup there back in the day. I had a white fish and asked to substitute the potatoes with red cabbage, and rocket. It was good. As a child, every time I’d try to eat fish it’d make me gag. So as an adult, I’m learning to like it, but always hesitant to order it. This was nice though, I told Adam it tasted kinda oily, maybe the fish oil, I don’t know enough about fish to say. As I took the last bite I finally recognized what it was. Butter. It was covered in butter. All dairy is a no-no or this meal plan. But at that moment what could I do. I just shrugged, “Well I’m doing the best I can.” I tell Adam.

If you have an alternative diet eating out is hard and you’ll never get it perfect. Unless you go to restaurant that caters specifically to your food preferences, it’s damn near impossible to ensure that’s it’s right. Adam, points out that as a vegetarian if he orders a veggie burger out it’s most likely cooked on the same grill as all the beef burgers. You can either stay in doors and never eat out, become someone who asks a million questions about the food preparations, or just shut your mouth and enjoy the meal. I g ot a coffee at lunch too and asked the barman if they had almond milk, he just smirked and said no. Dear god, I’m starting to annoy myself. I had my americano black with no sugar. It was good coffee so it was fine.

The we strolled up the Borough High Street to the Market and had a walk around. While there Adam tried turkish delight and fudge. Both were fancy artisan stands and looked really good and I’ve actually never had turkish delight so I wanted to try it but resisted. I’m not really craving sugar or alcohol in a desperate, bare knuckling-it kinda a way. I don’t feel deprived of any type of food and visions of sugar plums aren’t dancing in my head, but I would like to try things I’ve never had before. As I’m only doing this for two weeks, I don’t really have a problem saying no, I’m down my Borough Market all the time and I can get Turkish Delight from that stand any other month out of the year. I guess I just wanted to share the experience with Adam.

For dinner we went to a Tapas bar around the corner from my house, then off to a Top Secret Comedy Club where I performed, then we walked around SoHo for a bit. that desire to participate started to creep into my thoughts again. I’m walking around SoHo London with my friend from New York, it’d be nice to have a glass of wine with him. Again, I’m not thinking in my head, “I would kill for a glass of wine right now.” No physical cravings are wracking my body. I just want to do what two friends do in London when it’s past 10pm, go into a bar and have a drink.

I mention this to Adam as we’re walking through the streets, and he doesn’t seemed bothered by it one way or the other. He doesn’t say, “Yeah, I wish you could have a drink with me too!” or “It’s just one drink. You’ll be fine.” When I say to him, “It’d just be fun to have a glass of wine right now.” he just goes, “Uh-huh….Ooo, want to go look and that adult book shop?”

And I do. What a good friend.

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