It starts today.

by Moratoria

No more bingeing. No more unhealthy foods. No more “off” days. No more procrastination. No more starvation diets. No more excuses.

Today, I choose to do what is healthy for me. I choose to eat good, clean foods. I choose to actively drink water. I choose to exercise healthy amounts, strength AND cardio. I choose to do it the healthy way this time. I choose to not give in. I choose not to need sweets. I choose to eat fruit instead. Yet I choose not to deprive myself and therefore I choose not to fail. I choose to do something for myself for once. I choose to change.

I will be fit. Thin. Beautiful. But most of all, I will be healthy.

And I will do it for me.

It all starts today. Will you start with me?

UGW: 95 lbs Pounds don’t matter. I will know when I am there. Just inches off and muscle on.


The usual

by Moratoria

I love Hugh Jass salads.

It’s my go-to lunch/dinner. It’s basically what I lived off my first year in school, with the occasional PB&J thrown in there. I still eat salads a lot, although lately I’ve been leaning towards hot meals since it’s been ungodly rainy and cold lately. But still. I love them so, like the good little vegan I am.


This is “The Usual”. It’s a starving-college-student-raiding-the-salad-bar-for-everything-that-doesn’t-look-like-it’s-been-sitting-out-for-a-week salad. There are many variations, but this is the most common one I eat. It’s not too complicated:

-Obnoxious amounts of lettuce
-Obnoxious amounts of spinach
-Edamame, or chickpeas, or whatever the hell they have as a protein source
-Sunflower seeds


That’s it. Assemble. Toss thoroughly. Inhale because you’re probably late to get back to work. Repeat. Sometimes there are saltine crackers, too. Gotta have my carbs. No dressing for me. It’s quick, filling (it’s a Hugh Jass, after all), and pretty damn healthy.

It’s essential to my survival here.

What about you? What is your go-to meal?


I’m an awful food blogger, guys.

by Moratoria

Clearly, I’m really bad at this. I don’t have anything new for you all, and nothing for VeganMoFo. Which is probably because my meals lately have been ridiculously unexciting. I’m dieting again, I need the cleanse after the last few weeks. What gave it away? The stockpile of rice cakes I’ve been accumulating? And without a kitchen, this means I really am just eating rice cakes, whole grain pretzels, rice, fruit, and all the veggies that they steam in the dining hall. Not very exciting reading material, I know. You’re telling me, I have to eat that thrilling list of food right there.

And to be perfectly honest, I’m hungry. I’m always hungry. Ravenous. I crave things like crazy, the bad things. Especially since I’m forced to eat an early dinner and work late, so when I come home after midnight I want another meal. It takes all my willpower to reach for carrots instead of chips, and that’s saying something, because normally I prefer the healthier option. But I’ve been doing it. I need to. My weight loss journey is another post for another time, but I’ve been slipping lately and gaining and that’s not okay. I need to start working out more than I do now. I need to do this the healthy way, which, for me, does include calorie counting, but it also includes eating right. But I won’t lie. It’s not easy, especially not on a limited diet of what the hall kitchen makes. But I have to do it.

Also, it’s a motherlovin’ pumpkin explosion in my blogroll lately. Not that I’m complaining. As soon as it’s fall I’m all like PUMPKIN GET INTO EVERYTHING I EAT FOR THE NEXT THREE MONTHS. I wish I had a kitchen. Or a blender. Please. I might go veganize the Pumpkin Smash at Jamba Juice just to get a pumpkin fix. Pumpkin, why are you so good?

What about you all? What works for you when you need to watch what you eat? Are you in love with pumpkin?


Sugar highs

by Moratoria

This weekend has been a sugar high weekend. Unfortunately I don’t have any pictures to post of the deliciousness I baked because I was super unhealthy and binged and ate basically all of it. Banana bread (I have never been so happy to come home to bunch of black bananas) and chocolate chip cookies cookie dough. It was glorious.

Now I’m sitting the bus back to school and going insane because THERE’S SO MUCH SUGAR IN MY SYSTEM GUYS. I can’t figure out if I’m enjoying this or scared. Pretty sure the person next to me is a little freaked out… I wish I hadn’t left all the banana bread at home. Not that there was more than like a slice left. Oops.

I really do need to stop doing this, though. I’m gaining weight… I know I’ll lose it pretty quickly once I stop eating like this, but still.

But in non-vegan news, I finally got my nose pierced. Didn’t hurt much at all and isn’t giving me too much trouble yet, knock on wood. It’s only a few days old though.

This is a really awful VeganMoFo post so I’m not even going to count it. I’ll start being better this week, I promise. I suck at this.



I’m going eat leftovers at work. Forever.

by Moratoria

Except for the fact that only microwave at work has never been cleaned. Ever. The real sink and free dishwashing soap and paper towels almost makes up for it, though. And by almost I mean I cry only slightly less when I open the microwave. My inner germaphobe is reaching for the hand santizer just thinking about it. But anyway.

My mom cooked  enough black beans and rice salad to feed a small nation, which makes no sense, since it’s just me and her. Oh well. Like a good college student I stole basically all the leftovers and hoarded them away. I really don’t know when I’m going to eat it all. Probably right now.


Unfortunately I don’t have a recipe to share, because I have absolutely no idea what the recipe is or where it came from. I need to grill my mother for it. Otherwise I’d totally post it for you all, a la VeganMoFo.

But believe me, it was amazing. It’s sad when the inclusion of fresh cilantro in something automatically makes it ridiculously delicious. Fresh veggies? Flavor? Like, I’m going to eat the entire two tupperware containers full of rice HOLY CRAP IT’S SO GOOD delicious.

Yep. Homecooked food = the best thing ever, when you’re in college. Even three day old leftovers. Or week old leftovers. But, um, not that I’m speaking from experience or anything what hey look at the pretty pictures!


And why, oh why did I not sign up for Vegan Month of Food, for real? I’ll still be blogging, but I’m not on the official blog roll. Next year. Next year. I’mma MoFo it up!

Expect some salad posts, too. I’m pretty sure I’ve gained weight eating like I have lately… chocolate is so good guys oh shit.


Vegan Baking Day + TJs run

by Moratoria

Friday was Vegan Baking Day! And you know what that means…

I actually made multiple things over the weekend. I go a little insane when I have an oven. Okay, maybe I go home for the sole purpose of using the kitchen, fine. But I made cupcakes filled with peanut butter cookie dough! Forgive me, mom?

But my VBD contribution was chocolate chip cookie cake.


Snagged the recipe from Peas and Thank You , made it oil-free (sorry, I can’t help myself), and threw it in the oven at 12 am because that was when I finally got home.

It was so good.


Shared the rest with everyone in my immediate vincinity to do the whole, you know, baketivism thing, but most of it went in my stomach. And I’m okay with that.

I also finally got to make a Trader Joe’s run, thank you very much. I was down to my Costco-sized box of Nature’s Path granola bars and four jars of PB2 with nothing to put it on.


But now, I have this instead.


Healthy. Delicious. And I didn’t have to pay for it. I’m so happy right now. I also got a bag of carrots. It’s my only fresh produce I bought. But that’s because I steal all mine from the dining hall. Right. And our fridge also likes to freeze everything you put it in it. Really, it actually does- it’s so obnoxious. But anyway.

Now I’m savoring what I made shoving leftover cupcakes in my face, telling myself I’ll get back on the wagon after I finish everything. Which, at this rate, might be tonight. Well, you win some, you lose some.

Did you bake and share anything for Vegan Baking Day? What’s your favorite unhealthy splurge? Are you an oven addict?


Breakfast of champions

by Moratoria

I had a kitchen this weekend, thanks to staying at a friend’s. So there was much baking, as there usually is when I’m around one for more than a hour.

I made pumpkin cheesecake. And regular cheesecake. In one. And it was good.


Well, that’s blurry. I suck, guys.

I used SusanV‘s recipe for Double Layer Pumpkin Cheesecake, tweaked it a little bit based on what I had lying around, and promptly stuck the cheesecake in the fridge because it needed to cool and it was already 2 am, forcing myself to wait until the next morning to have it.

I ate 1/4 of the cheesecake with a tall glass of rice milk. Breakfast. Of. Champions.


Is it fat free? No. Healthy? Not particularly, although there actually isn’t a crap ton of sugar or anything happening. It IS dessert, though. Not healthy baking, not even kinda-sorta-maybe-I-put-applesauce-in-it healthy baking. But that’s why I left it with my friend, so I wouldn’t eat all of it in a day. By myself.

But was it worth it? Hell yeah.

Also, tomorrow is Vegan Baking Day! I don’t know about you all, but I’m celebrating- I’m going to have a kitchen tomorrow. I’m not sure what I’m making yet, though. I’m feeling cookies. Or brownies. Or everything.

And in other news: LISTERIA IN MY CANTALOUPES WHAT. This is not okay. And if I get listeria from the fruit I ate today, I’m going to be SO pissed.


This is not dining hall food

by Moratoria

THIS IS CALIFORNIA PIZZA KITCHEN. It is the food of the gods.


They have this vegetable pizza they can make vegan. It’s delicious. Especially if you haven’t had pizza in a really long time.

I wish they could deliver. Over 100 miles. Please.


Manna Bread + measuring cups

by Moratoria

So, Manna Bread. I’m kind of in love.

I first tried Manna Bread as a free sample at a local veggie fest over the summer, not really having any idea what to expect since I had never heard of it before. I think it may have been the Multigrain loaf. Vaguely sweet, very moist, it definitely had that hey-I’m-probably-really-healthy-for-you aftertaste which I happen to love  like tolerate, but takes a little getting used to if you don’t love eating whole grains. I didn’t actually pick any up at the time, so I forgot about it for a while.

Then I was at the store Saturday night during one of my rare trips- I’m too broke, plus I can only buy what I can fit in a backpack, thanks to my bike – and I saw the Carrot Raisin version. So I bought it. And took it home and defrosted it and promptly ate half the loaf.

I need to get a plate. This is embarrassing.

Yeah, it’s that good.

Cake-y and sweet and carrot-y and raisin-y without being overpowering, you can tell it’s bread but it’s not really bread. It’s bread deciding that it’s just going to be awesome, just because. It’s oil-, salt-, and sweetener-free (hell yeah), organic, full of fiber and sprouted grain goodness, and is some tasty, tasty stuff. I’ll probably eat it for breakfast for the rest of the week, unless I devour it all tomorrow or something.

If you like Food for Life’s Ezekiel breads, you’ll probably like Manna Bread. It IS expensive, though. Not college-kid-with-a-less-than-minimum-wage-job friendly, so I won’t be buying it often, but I’ll be splurging every once in a while, because hell, it’s probably the healthiest splurge ever. It’s minimally processed, not too high in calories for this dieting girl, and keeps me full so I don’t die when I have to eat salads for lunch and dinner. Like I did today, which is why there’s no actual meal blogging happening up in hurr.

In other news, I bought measuring cups! Finally. I don’t know why I’ve never brought mine from home. I even have that fantastic little thing, a tablespoon? You may have heard of it? Now I can’t pretend I don’t know how many peanuts I’m eating. Not that I eat them out of the container or anything  do that more than once a day.

This means there could be real recipes! With measurements and shit! Well, by recipes I mean things I swipe from the dining hall and nuke in the microwave. But that’s still cooking, amiright?

What about you all? What’s some of your healthy splurges? What do you like to throw in the microwave and still be obnoxiously proud of?


My roommate is a carnivore

by Moratoria

I ate brunch this morning.

I didn’t get any pictures because I was eating with my roommate and a couple of her friends, and I didn’t want to deal with the whole “why are you taking pictures of your toast and fruit with your iPhone?” thing. And it wasn’t too exciting of a brunch, either. I eat almost the same thing every Sunday, so eventually it’ll show up, I’m sure.

Full disclaimer: Most of my photos are going to be taken with my iPhone. Because lugging my SLR into the dining hall and commandeering the only place with good light would garner more than a few dirty looks. And for some reason I feel like the dining hall staff would kick me out. And I really don’t think you want to see university food in all its fully 12 MP glory, ’cause it ain’t gonna be pretty. So for food photographed there, it’ll be my iPhone. For most everything else, it’ll be my Nikon. I’ll try to take good photos regardless. And if people actually start reading this shit, I’ll probably suck it up and take it with me anyway. Just for you.

But anyway, because of the lack of photos, I bring you the first Awkward Situations That Happen In College When You’re Vegan post, Serious Business Edition: When your roommate is a omnivore. Mine is. My roommate is beyond an omnivore. She’s a carnivore, as is her entire family. They hunt. They fish. Her dad makes homemade jerky out of buffalo. She revels in her meat. She makes jokes about vegetarians. She does all the things that make me shudder. She’s a judgmental omnivore, the worst kind. She doesn’t just find it amazing that I can eat anything at all, she wonders what’s so wrong with me that I don’t eat meat. Is it awful? Imagine my horror when I realized her jerky made everything in the fridge smell like meat. And imagine the gag reflex that kicked in when I realized my water bottle smelled like nasty meat. Yeah, not good. (For the record, baking soda works wonders.)

I was petrified at first, because I knew she’d be one of those pushy meat-eaters who simply can’t comprehend veganism. Eventually I a) couldn’t hide it anymore and b) realized it was nothing to be ashamed of, so we had The Conversation. It was after she had been talking to about the last time she had been hunting. I couldn’t take it anymore. So I told her. She stared at me as I explained to her that no, I don’t eat any animal products. No, I wasn’t just going to go back to being vegetarian. No, it’s not just dietary, I am against using animals because I am against violence. And you know what? It felt fucking good to say it. Because being vegan is absolutely nothing to be ashamed of, not ever.

It was uncomfortable for a while. Now, I just try to be civil. I try not to judge her for eating meat, although I do refuse to accept the hunting, since I’m vehemently opposed to violence in all forms. I try not to preach, because no one likes pushy people, although I will stand up for what I believe in if the situation arises. I struggle with this in most parts of my life, but just because you’re trying to keep the peace doesn’t meant that you need to be a doormat. Does she judge me for not eating meat or, GOD FORBID, any animal products at all? Definitely. Do judge her? Yeah, I’ll admit it, I do. Sometimes it’s awful, especially because we disagree on many, many things ideologically. Animal rights, environmental concerns, health and fitness, religion (don’t get me started on the I’m-Wiccan-She’s-Christian thing), feminism… the list goes on and on. I am very different from her, yet we’re living together for a second year because we’ve managed to work things out. She’s a nice person, despite all the meat-eating and animal-killing (did I really just say that?). Does it mean we have to be at each other’s throats over it all the time? No. We’re just different. And yes, eating meals with her is still a fiercely awkward experience.

You’ll always encounter omnivores, and yes, devoted carnivores, as a vegan. Some can be downright confrontational. But if you happen to be living with one, like myself, the best way to get through it is being open. Talk about it. Don’t be pushy, but do be firm. They’ll be receptive. Even my roommate is interested in how I eat and live, even if she doesn’t follow it at all. And if they aren’t, if they’re truly giving you shit about it 24/7, don’t be afraid to talk to someone. You don’t have to live with someone you’re entirely incompatible with, especially if they’re being abusive.

And hey, more carrots for you, right?

And I just looked at the dining hall menu tonight. There’s absolutely nothing to eat. Not even a baked potato. I foresee a salad in my future.