While I normally eat 3 solid meals a day, yesterday I spent my day fasting.

I have been having some odd ‘symptoms’ the last couple of weeks that have left me hardly able to keep up with half the workouts I typically do. Obviously, when I was acting like a fat old smoker during our 45 minutes nightly biking adventure, my husband started to fret. Especially since I eat so clean and have never touched a cigarette or anything else like it.

I know I still have some weight to lose, most definitely, but overall I’m in excellent shape and health. So this new development of odd piece-a-meal symptoms had us both stumped.  I’ve spent some pretty heavy-duty hours of reading anything I have been able to find on nutrition in regards to the vegan
diet. Making sure to read information from pro-vegan and non-vegan sources to make sure I know what the important facts are.

What I have concluded is something isn’t right! I know, very bright of me huh? I also started using a great website for keeping track of nutritional information that often is easily overlooked by vegans. You can find the website here, and have fun playing. It is great because you can set your intake ratios, and play around with multiple types of nutritional variables. Once you find the perfect day, it allows you to have a solid skeleton to use for future eating!

So yesterday I spent the entire day with no food, only water. I didn’t even chew a piece of vegan gum for fear I could influence any test the doctor might run.

At first, my stomach was making noises akin to what happens when I force a bean-heavy meal on my husband, but sometime just after what should have been lunch it got oddly quiet. Even during the time I was surfing other recipe blogs for inspiration, nothing!

By the time I reached my doc’s office late in the afternoon, I felt surprisingly good. I was full of energy and not even the slightest twinge of hunger. No rumbles of hunger, no salivating over the smell of the nearby Chinese restaurant, nothing! This left me wondering just how much my system has changed since adopting a plant-based lifestyle.

I’m not suggesting everyone stop eating and go start fasting, but this revelation did show me that hunger is oft-times perceived entirely wrong, and maybe what I have perceived to be hunger has in fact been psychological instead.

Needless to say, I didn’t spare any time once I did get home on starting dinner, and what a dinner it was!
I have been on this kick to make one-pot meals, both in an effort to reduce the kitchen chores (thank you honey for never making me clean-up my messes!), and also in pure lazy fashion. It’s summertime after all!!

This one you’ll want to use again and again, as my husband deemed it absolutely amazing, and even on your kids plates it will be going, going, gone!

One Pot Diavolo Italiano


10 oz. frozen broccoli florets (we buy ours organic at Costco!)

1/4 large yellow onion, chopped

1/4 cup green olives with pimentos, chopped

1/2 a normal package of spaghetti (I use whole grain)

6-8 Compari Tomatoes, quartered

1 zucchini, quartered slices

2 cups non-dairy milk

4 cloves garlic, minced

1/8 cup EACH, fresh basil, parsley, oregano; all chopped fine

Red Pepper Flakes to taste (I used a lot so it would be spicy)

salt & pepper to taste (watch the salt as the olives are salty too)

heavy dash of nutmeg

2-3 tbsp nutritional yeast

2 – 8 oz cans of tomato sauce


  1. Break spaghetti noodles in half and scatter around the bottom of a large skillet.
  2. Top with all remaining ingredients, cover with a tight-fitting lid.
  3. On medium-high heat, bring to a rapid boil, then reduce to medium so it is at a solid simmer.
  4. Cook for approximately 10 minutes, until noodles are desired texture.
*Note: I also mixed a small amount of cornstarch with some cold water and added after everything was complete to thicken the sauce the right amount.
*Note2: I also decided to serve this with Gardein Chicken Scallopini so my husband wouldn’t miss his meat so much! Just follow those directions per package. They are basically pan-seared plain ‘chicken’ breasts, or “Ficken” as my husband has deemed them!