The Sonia Show

Writer. Podcaster. Beer drinker. Old movie watcher. Mother. Goober.


Let’s catch up

Yeah, so, we have some catching up to do, huh?

I’ve been neglectful. Don’t be mad at me, baby. Take me back.

I’ll do a relatively short wrap up for you and then we will go back to our usual blog posting schedule … I hope.

We had a very successful 7th birthday party for my mighty, mighty good boy Calvin. This was the first year ever that he asked for a birthday party. He asked for a birthday cake, and he asked to invite his friends.

We rented out the clubhouse at Jackson Playground, because it was the homebase for his a few of his summer camps, so we know he loves it there. We invited friends, family and all the kids in his class and about half of them came, which is rad.

We had a Muni bus birthday cake made from My Favorite Bite, and it was AMAZING! Sometimes you see a cool-looking cake but it tastes kinda yucky – it’s dry, it’s overly sweet, it’s both. But this cake not only looked great, it tasted great.

Calvin was over-the-moon happy! “There’s cake inside the bus!” I mean, look at that smile.

The party was such a success that Calvin asked if we could have another birthday party the following weekend. He’s also asking for a BART-themed cake for Christmas.

Just a few days after Calvin’s birthday it’s my birthday. Dear readers, I do not lie about my age. I’m 48. I earned it, and I own it.

I celebrated by doing things that I love like eating vegan food and drinking beer with some of my favorite people. I finally checked out Standard Deviant Brewing. They have some tasty brews, and I really loved their saison and they had a really good oatmeal stout on tap.

After a few beers, I had dinner at Shizen, which serves vegan sushi. That’s right, VEGAN SUSHI. That shit is delicious. I also got to go to SF Brew and Vegan Eats. Finally, a beer festival in which I’m not forced to only eat the fries. It was everything I dreamed it would be.

This country is a dumpster fire right now, but I’m trying to stay positive.

I really love this time of year, and not just because it’s my birthday season. Fall is my jam. Pumpkin everything. Orange is everywhere. The weather is nice. Scary movies are easy to find on Filmstruck, TCM, Netflix and Hulu.

I was chatting with a coworker today, and I told her that we should buy fall homes, instead of summer homes, and we could hop from house to house and just live in the fall all year long.

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Weekend Getaway: Portland

Yeah, so, we went to Portland.

My mighty, mighty good man David had to go to Portland for work, so I flew up on Friday to meet him for a little weekend away. I left Calvin in the car in the parking lot at the airport. Don’t worry, I left the window cracked. I’m not a monster.

I kid. He stayed with my mom and had the best time ever. Grandma is his best friend.

So, yeah, I flew up to Portland, and I’m almost embarrassed to admit this, but it was my first-time ever flying on a plane by myself. Also, I’m 46. I know, I know. It’s pretty ridiculous.

Look, Mom! I’m going to fly on the plane like a big girl.

I downloaded the new “Mystery Science Theater 3000” on my Kindle, and it turns out it was the perfect length for the flight. It ended right as we were landing. I was completely entertained and distracted the entire time.

We had an awesome time in Portland. It’s a great city. There was a ton of tasty beer and everywhere I went there was a variety of vegan options. And not just the “I guess I’ll get the fries and the salad” variety, but full-on vegan options. Even a divey bar would have nachos with a vegan cheese option. Heaven!

Our friend Caitlin showed us around on Friday, and we went to a vegetarian restaurant Harlow, where I discovered jalapeno cashew cheese that I will absolutely be trying to make myself. We also went to Breakside Brewery, where I had a couple of really good IPAs, Rainbows & Unicorns IPA and Lunch Break ISA. I also bought this rad hat, which David is modeling in this photo.

We also had dinner at a vegan restaurant, Blossoming Lotus, because David and Caitlin are nice people. I got the chickpea chana masala curry, because curry is one of my faves, and it was delicious. We ended the night with drinks at Horse Brass Pub with David’s friends Collin and Siri.

On Saturday, we went to Blue Star Donuts. Voodoo Doughnuts is super famous, but we were told repeatedly that Blue Star Donuts is a local favorite. We were not disappointed. David got the creme brulee donut, and I got a vegan blueberry one. Yummers!

After that, we went to 10 Barrel Brewing, and I had the milk stout, which was pretty darn good.

We had evening drinks with our friend Kirk and his girlfriend Emily at the White Owl Social Club, which is such an awesome place we didn’t really want to leave for our dinner reservations. But we’re so glad we did, because we had an amazing dinner at La Moule. As you can tell by the name, mussels are kinda their thing, so I decided to be a bad, BAD vegan for a meal and get the Korean mussels, which had miso, ginger, kimchi, garlic and sesame oil. It was good stuff. Honestly, I could have just eaten a loaf of crusty bread and dripped into the broth.

I can see why so many San Franciscans have moved to Portland. It’s very San Francisco-ish, except cleaner. Maybe that’s because of the rain?

We had such a good time. Big thanks to Caitlin for giving up her Friday to show us around, Collin and Siri for meeting us at Horse Brass, and Kirk and Emily for introducing us to the White Owl. Thanks, you guys!



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Progress Report: The New Year’s Resolutions Edition

Yeah, so, it’s time for a few random thoughts about my New Year’s resolutions for Friday.

So far, so good with my return to Weight Watchers. Let me share a little thing I discovered this week that’s going to be the key to this diet: Oh Snap! Pickling Co. They sell single-serving bags of pickled veggies. I found them at Target by the lunch meat. They have green beans, carrots and pickles. Strangely, I don’t like pickles, but I love pickled veggies. #weirdo


They are the perfect late afternoon snack, and they are zero points. And now I promise I won’t talk about Weight Watchers again until next week.

Also, as I’ve said before, I’m donating a little bit of dough from each paycheck to organizations that fight for what’s right. With this paycheck, I donated again to the ACLU because they have a lot of fight very soon. I’m going to kick some money to Planned Parenthood again, too, because some assholes in Congress want to defund Planned Parenthood, and they think we’re stupid. They think we don’t know that federal money already doesn’t go toward toward abortion services (here’s details about the Hyde Amendment); that the federal money provided to Planned Parenthood goes toward birth control, cancer screenings and other totally-not-abortion health services. This shit really pisses me off, and it’s a key indicator that women can expect to be treated as second-class citizens under this new administration.

Fuck that.

I also set up a small monthly donation to The Humane Society, because they do such great things for animals in need. Also, we got Toby and Kubo from The Silicon Valley Humane Society, and we are so grateful.


Just lay down whenever you want Kubo.

Have you guys been sticking to your New Year’s resolutions, or did you ditch them by Jan. 2? I’d love to hear about it in the comments.


Six things I’m lovin’ – ‘Spotlight,’ podcasts, San Francisco and more

Yeah, so, it’s Friday. Let’s kick off the weekend with some positive shit. Here are six things I’m lovin’ lately.


Some of the Oscar-nominated movies are On Demand right now, which means I can actually see some of them before the show at the end of the month. I already shared all my thoughts and feelings about “Room.” I watched “Spotlight” the other night, and it’s really, really good. It’s an excellent example of what my good buddy Smith calls, “competency porn.” Everyone is really good at their job, and it’s so interesting to watch.

Just in case you have no idea what “Spotlight” is about let me fill you in: It’s about a little boy who goes to wizarding school … I kid. It’s a true story about the team of journalists for the Boston Globe who exposed the Catholic church sex scandal, starring Michael Keaton, Mark Ruffalo and Rachel McAdams.

I worked for several newspapers for a decade, so whenever I watch a movie or TV show that is set in a newspaper one of two things happen. Either I think: 1) “They got it wrong. Newspapers are not like that”; or 2) “I miss working at a newspaper.”

“Spotlight” falls under #2.

There were an entire generation of journalists who saw “All The President’s Men” and were inspired to be journalists. I wouldn’t be surprised if “Spotlight” has a similar influence.

It’s really great. You should watch it.

This Denim Skirt

I’ve had this idea in my head for a while about this perfect denim skirt. A denim skirt that hits me at the knees. It doesn’t have a slit in the back that gives everyone a free show every time I bend over. A skirt that I could wear on weekends with sandals, but I also could wear it with boots or a cute pair of flats to work.

I finally found it at LL Bean. I don’t know jack about LL Bean. It might be an old lady store, but I kinda don’t give a shit, because this skirt is fuckin’ rad.


You will probably see a million photos of me this year in this skirt. Get used to it.

Lime Cilantro Slaw from “Thug Kitchen”

I made these really delicious roasted beer and lime cauliflower tacos with lime cilantro slaw from “Thug Kitchen” a week or so ago, and now I’m totally addicted to the coleslaw I made for it.


Seriously, you guys. It’s so fuckin’ good. The slaw takes five seconds to make, and I just want to eat it with everything.


Apparently, I’m one of those assholes that really likes the sound of her own voice, because I’m really enjoying podcasting.

I don’t think I’m particularly good at it, but I don’t walk into a new thing that think that I will be instantly good at it. It takes practice. I think I’m getting better. I’m working on my nervous laughter after everything I say. I’m trying to cut down on the “likes” and “ummms.”

Back when I was a TV critic in the early 2000s, I used to do the Ronn Owens show on KGO 810AM. It was super fun. Other than that, I don’t have any experience with this sort of thing.

Mighty, mighty good man David used to do a podcast at his old job. He really loved it. He came up with the idea that we should do our own podcast about old movies and beer, and – ta-dah – Old Movies, New Beer was born.

Then, last December, my long-time friend Anthony – director of the “Sharknado” movies #humblebrag – asked me to appear on his podcast, The Pop Show. And we’ve been recording almost once a week since then.

It’s been so fun to think and talk about pop culture and entertainment again. Plus, it gives me the opportunity to talk to two of my oldest friends, Anthony and Smith – not to mention Peter (also known as Master P or P Biddy), who served at The Examiner with me. That’s right “served” – I talk about my time at The Examiner like I was in war or something.

If you guys are listening to either of the podcasts, I would love to hear what you think. Feedback is fun!


You guys! Baseball is starting. I mean, spring training is starting, and that’s good enough for me. I am ridiculously excited for baseball to start. You know why? Because it’s an even year. That means it’s the San Francisco Giants turn to win the World Series again.


San Francisco

I love living in one of the best cities in the world. The City is changing, and not always in a good way. I get super bummed about the direction San Francisco is headed. The tech bro mentality is frustrating, but the nonstop whiny and complaining about the tech bro mentality is also frustrating.

But then this happens, and I’m like, “Oh San Francisco! I can’t stay mad at you.”





6 Things I Love Right Now

Yeah, so, things have been kinda depressing lately, with David Bowie and Alan Rickman dying … which reminds me: Hey cancer, fuck you! Anyway, I’m all about being positive and shit now, let’s talk about six things I’m loving right now.

Fleece Tights

I bought these awesome fleece tights from Target. It’s been super cold in San Francisco right now. I’ll pause right here to let those of you who deal with real cold – you know with snow and stuff – laugh. Let me know when you are finished.


No, but seriously you guys, it’s been so cold that I’ve had to wear socks. It’s ridiculous. I like to wear dresses all the time, so these fleece tights are my new favorite thing. I can still be super cute and warm. I bought them in gray and black, and they are the best.

Soup Weather

Speaking of cold weather, that’s the perfect time to make soup. I’ve made nothing but soup for the past week, and you know what? They’ve all turned out pretty good.

I made a vegetable noodle soup with ginger miso broth and potato leek soup (both from “Thug Kitchen” – the best cookbook ever), chestnut soup (from Will Cook For Friends) and spicy black bean soup from a recipe in VegNews magazine (yeah, I subscribe to a vegan magazine, so what!)


The vegetable noodle soup didn’t turn out as good as I would have liked, but it was still fine. I think I need to try making it again. I don’t always expect to nail a new dish the first time I make it. That said, the three other soups were de-fuckin-licious. I’m basically a gourmet chef now, you guys. Look for me on the next season of “Top Chef.” I’ll be the contestant that starts flipping through a cookbook at the start of every challenge and cuts her finger every time she uses a knife.

My Almost Pixie Cut

OK, so, I wouldn’t say I’m really loving my almost pixie cut … I mean, I really miss my old hair. BUT, I will say this for my almost pixie cut, it takes almost no time to get ready to get out, and that’s kinda rad.


All business in the front.


Party in the back. I actually need a haircut, you guys! And a dye job. Ugh, gray.


Remember when kids were obsessed with “Frozen?” Well, that’s mighty, mighty good boy Calvin now, but with “Cars.”

Is “Cars” the best Pixar movie? Absolutely not. I think “The Incredibles” (or any of the “Toy Story” movies) takes that title. But I’ve been watching it a lot lately, and it’s really cute. I know it came out in 2006, but I had never seen it. But now, as a mother of a 4-year-old boy, I’m watching it on repeat. I’m still not tired of it. Trust me, there are other things that are way more annoying for your kid to watch than a Pixar movie. For example, have you watched five minutes of “Bob The Builder?” Ugh. The voices are annoying, and there’s a scarecrow or something with a weird pumpkinhead running around causing problems … WTF is that show about?! Wait, sorry, we’re keeping it positive, right?

Back to “Cars,” I’m almost ashamed to admit how many times I’ve laughed at Mater.


I know. I’m the worst. I think Larry the Cable Guy, who does the voice, is really unfunny, but for some reason, I think Mater is really funny. I kinda hate myself right now. Don’t worry, though. I will be punished. I hear that “Cars 2” is not very good, and I’m sure Calvin will be all about watching it soon.

Firestone Walker Agrestic

I will never get tired of drinking Agrestic by Firestone Walker. It’s just a little sour, not too sour. Even mighty, mighty good man David will drink it.


This Guy

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Non-dairy creamer has dairy in it. WTF?!

Yeah, so, I was getting a cup of tea at work, because I like to have a cup of tea with me in meetings.  I also like to wear a monocle and talk in a British accent. It’s my new thing. I’m super proper and respectable and shit when I’m at work.

So anyway, as I was getting my tea I noticed that we have powdered non-dairy creamer in the cabinet, and I decided to read the label because apparently I don’t have enough work to do at work.


Hey Powdered Non-Dairy Creamer! Stop fuckin’ lying to yourself and everyone else. You’ve got milk listed right in your ingredients. Why does something called “non-dairy creamer” have milk in it? Isn’t that like a garden burger having meat in it?

So, I looked it up. Apparently, “non-dairy creamer” means the lactose has been removed, but it still may contain the milk protein casein.


I don’t think non-dairy creamer is a very accurate name. They should call it lactose-free creamer, or maybe “nasty fuckin’ powdered shit for your coffee.” Seriously, that stuff is gross. I don’t know. Maybe this non-dairy creamer fact is common knowledge, and you’re thinking, “Hey dumbass, everyone knows that.”

Well, you don’t need to be so rude about it. Good day! I said, GOOD DAY!

Oh, I can’t stay mad at you. Here’s a video of my kid dancing to the song from the new “Peanuts” movie.


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Old Movies, New Beer: Christmas In Connecticut, White Christmas and Straffe Hendrik Quad

Yeah, so, I got drunk and said a bunch of assy shit on this week’s Old Movies, New Beer podcast again.

Are you guys listening? You should listen. Don’t you want to hear my voice? It’s so irritating sexy.


Check out our awesome Christmas village. It has a movie theater now. It’s totally rad, and not nerdy at all.

This week we chatted about holiday movies, specially “Christmas In Connecticut” and “White Christmas.” We were drinking one of my favorite beers, Straffe Hendrik Quad. It’s got a pretty high alcohol content: 11%.

And if that podcast puts you in the mood for other holiday movies, we talked about “The Bishop’s Wife” and “The Man Who Came To Dinner” as well as all “The Thin Man” movies (some of them are vaguely related to the holidays).




It’s Another Blog Post About Being Vegan, Charlie Brown

Yeah, so, it turns out the hardest part of going vegan isn’t the not eating meat or dairy part. For me, the hardest part of going vegan has been dealing with my fear of the shit I’m going to get from people when I tell them I’m vegan.

This, of course, is ridiculous. Who cares what I eat, right? But, it’s my nightmare to be high maintenance, and I don’t want to come across to people as a high maintenance pain in the ass about food. It’s also my nightmare that I will get cancer again … or that a big, hairy spider will even look at me. Seriously. Eww.

In the past I’ve cringed when I’ve told people, almost like I’m embarrassed that I’m vegan. But now, I’m feeling more confident about my decision, and I’m totally over feeling like I need to apologize for it. And, just in time for the holidays, too. Wheeee!

So, since starting the vegan diet back in July I’ve encountered three different types of responses when I tell people.

#1: They get it.

Most friends and family are fine with it. They get it. I’ve had cancer twice, and the doctor is recommending a vegan diet, so I should go on a vegan diet. It’s the smart thing to do.

#2: They want me to confess that being a vegan sucks.

Every once in a while someone wants me to admit that the diet is difficult, and they want me to admit to that I secretly eat meat or dairy on occasion. I don’t know if it’s because they want to feel better about what they are eating or what. The truth is I feel great. I’m really enjoying it, and it’s helping me eat healthier than I ever have before. I have even discovered the joy of vegan. Check out my Instagram to see for yourself.

The vegan diet hasn’t been as difficult as I thought, and I don’t secretly eat meat or dairy. I might accidentally eat meat or dairy, because sometimes food has secret meat or dairy, and I’m still learning what I can and can’t eat. I’m doing the best I can. And yeah, if I really just had to have something like ice cream I would, or if I was at a fancy dinner such as a work holiday party and they had no vegan options for me, I’d go vegetarian and do the very best I could, because I don’t want to be a dick about it.

And speaking of being a dick, that brings me to the third type of response I encounter …

#3: They think vegans are idiots, and therefore I’m an idiot.

This person thinks vegans are morons; this person is also known as my dad.

This is pretty much the reaction I expected from The Man, though. I’m not surprised. I mean, look at his room filled with dead animals.


Are you shocked that the person who killed all these animals isn’t cool with the idea of his daughter being a vegan? Other things my dad isn’t cool with: 1) Obama; 2) Gun control; 3) Animated TV shows.

Even though I’ve been vegan for about five months, my dad didn’t know or didn’t care to know. I’m not sure which. Last week, I was having dinner with my parents, my sister and my nieces Lorelei and Lucy. After dinner, Lorelei asked me something about how my vegan diet was going, and before I could respond my dad chimed in.

Dad: “Vegans are weirdos.”
Me: “OK then.”
Dad: “It’s just stupid. We’re humans. We’re carnivores.”

[Lorelei pushes her glasses up her nose]

Lorelei: “Actually, we’re omnivores, Grandpa.”



Me: “Haaaaaaaaaahahahahahahahhaha!”
Lorelei: “I don’t think vegans are stupid. Asa [she has always referred to me Asa – a combination of Aunt Sonia] is a vegan, and she’s not stupid.”

I know, right? Lorelei is fuckin’ rad.

Me: “It’s fine, Lorelei. Grandpa can think whatever he wants. The truth is I feel great. Dad, I don’t care what you eat. I care what I eat. My vegan diet has no effect on you at all. If anything, now there’s more meat and dairy for you. You’re welcome.”

Of course, his reaction is ridiculous. It’s not like I sit at the family dinner table with an empty plate in front of me and bitch that there’s nothing being served that I can eat. I also don’t cry at the table about how they are eating an adorable animal or how I think eating meat is unhealthy or whatever. I make myself a plate of what I can eat, and I eat it without drawing attention to myself, because I don’t want people to watch me eat anyway. That’s weird. There’s no judgement from me whatsoever, but unfortunately, my dad doesn’t want to extend me the same courtesy.

Thanksgiving is going to be fun.


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Season of the stitch

Yeah, so, I got my stitches out this week. Let the healing begin!


The incisions on the knockers will take a while to heal up, but so far I’m really pleased. It’s nice to have an even pair of knockers again. I haven’t had that in like five years. The incision where the port was is healing up nicely. It won’t be long before it’s not that noticeable anymore. See for yourself.


You can see the scar, and you can see my new darker ‘do. Also, yeah, I’m in my cube at work. Sooo luxurious, right? Stay in school, kids, and one day you can have an awesome cube of your own like this.

Honestly, scars are not that big of deal to me. Maybe because my scars have never been really awful. In 1997 I had my thyroid removed, and I had a scar right at the base of my neck. It looked like someone tried to cut my head off and got bored and quit. I was never self conscious about the scar. I looked at it like a conversion starter.

Someone: “What’s up with your neck?”
Me: “I got into a knife fight with someone who looked just like you.”

The port scar ain’t no thang. And, of course, only David will be seeing the scars on my boobs, unless some magazine wants to pay me millions for a nude photo spread. OK, it doesn’t have to be millions – enough for a down payment on a house is acceptable. It doesn’t even have to be a house in San Francisco. I’ll settle for Oakland. OK, fine, Concord. But that’s my final offer.

So anyway, if you follow me on Instagram, you know I’ve been doing a lot of cooking lately. Pretty much since my mastectomy in January, I’ve been eating food prepared by others, including family, friends and delivery. When I’ve cooked it’s been really half-assed. “I warmed up soup for you guys.” “I steamed some broccoli. You’re welcome.”

Now that chemo is finished, and my energy level is back to normal, I really have no excuse for being a lazy asshole in the kitchen. (I have a ton of excuses for being a lazy asshole at work.) So I have decided to start trying to cook more often. Last week, I made vegan chili and corn bread, and it turned out really well, if I don’t say so myself. I didn’t take a photo of it, which means you probably think it didn’t happen, but I swear it happened.

I have several vegan cookbooks, but I have been very inspired by “Thug Kitchen” and “Thug Kitchen: Party Grub.” Spoiler alert! Thug Kitchen is vegan. I didn’t notice until a few weeks ago, because I’m a clueless jackass. I bought the books, and they are filled with great recipes. They make cooking sound easy and fun, and I guess that works on me. Also, swearing. I like swearing. That shit works for me.

I made deviled chickpea bites and tortilla soup based on their recipes, and they both turned out really tasty.


Deviled chickpea bites. A while back I wanted to make deviled eggs my go-to dish for parties. But then I had a kid who is allergic to eggs, and now I’m a high-maintenance vegan, so deviled eggs are not going to ever be my go-to dish. This is a worthy substitute.


Tortilla soup. I made it in a pot, but then dumped it into the slow cooker. It made the house smell crazy good, and it made me forget just for a little while that the house is mess with toys everywhere.

What I’m trying to say is, I’m practically a gourmet chef now, you guys. Soon, I will be more than a gourmet chef. I’ll be brand, and you will be forced to sign up for my monthly newsletter, GOOB, to hear about what I’m cooking, what beer I’m drinking, what I’m watching and what dresses I’m buying, and you will long for the good ol’ days of my WordPress blog.

In the meantime, enjoy this video of me dancing with a toy wiener dog in the aisle of a Kmart, but I’m fuckin’ classy as hell.


How can you tell if someone is a vegan? They write a blog post about it.

Yeah, so, my oncologist wants me to try a whole-food, plant-based diet.

He thinks a whole-food, plant-based diet is healthier, and considering that I’ve had cancer twice, he thinks it’s a good idea for me. The conversation went like this:

Doctor: “After chemotherapy is finished, I think you should try a whole-food, planted-based diet.”

Me: “HAAAAAA! I’m not doing that.”

Long-time readers of The Sonia Show probably remember that I was vegetarian for a while. I wasn’t very good at it. I fell off the vegetarian wagon whenever I was in the presence of fried chicken. There was also the time I got drunk and forgot I was a vegetarian and ate a bunch of sloppy joes at 2 a.m.

My oncologist and I have discussed my diet in the past. When I got cancer the first time in 2009, he encouraged me to go vegetarian. And I did … for a while. I fell off the wagon hardcore when I went on my honeymoon to Paris and Belgium with the idea that I’d jump back on the vegetarian wagon when I got home. Then I came home pregnant and, well, fuck it, I just started eating anything I wanted because I was knocked up.

Considering that I couldn’t handle being a vegetarian for very long, I’m pretty sure my attempts to be a vegan will fail miserably. Of course, it would make for really entertaining blog posts.

  • “Yeah, so, I got drunk and ate an entire vat of processed cheese … again.”
  • “Yeah, so, there’s no real meat in hot dogs, right? I mean, they are practically vegan.”
  • “Yeah, so, you know how I always have a lot of birds at my bird feeder … well, it turns out those birds are delicious. Let me explain.”

When the oncologist encouraged me to go vegetarian the first time, I didn’t eat that much meat anyway. It wasn’t a huge sacrifice. I followed his advice. I wanted to be healthy. I didn’t want cancer again. I had the mastectomy of my left breast. I took the tamoxifen. I was doing the things I needed to do to discourage a re-occurrence of cancer. But as time went by I started to take the diet less seriously. And then the cancer came back in December 2014. I had a mastectomy of my right breast. I’m doing chemotherapy. And now the doctor is telling me to try a vegan diet.

I am not suggesting that I got cancer because of what I ate. I don’t believe that at all. The doctor is not suggesting that I got cancer again because I stopped being a vegetarian. He just wants me to do everything I can to stop it from happening again.

I feel lucky that both times my cancer was caught early and hadn’t spread, but I also feel unlucky that I got cancer twice. I don’t know if there’s anything I can do to prevent getting cancer a third time. Maybe it’s just some random shit. But you know what’s not random? My diet. I can control that. And, if changing my diet will improve the odds that it won’t happen again then I need to at least try it, right?

I’ve been tested twice for the cancer gene, and I don’t have the gene. But I have had cancer TWICE, so I feel like I need to act like I’m genetically predisposed to cancer even though I may not be. I don’t want to make it easy for cancer to come back. If eliminating meat and dairy from my diet will make it more difficult cancer to return, then OK fine, let’s try that. Why not? It can’t hurt to at least try this diet, and if it doesn’t work out, well, that’s OK – at least I tried.

I can already predict that I won’t be super hardcore. I am not on board with never eating another It’s-It or never having another fancy steak dinner. Plus, I think cheese is delicious. But I think, generally, I can stop eating meat (I’ve done it before), and I can – at least – cut down on dairy.

I was talking to my acupuncturist about the diet, because I like to talk to the guy who is sticking me with needles. He is vegan. I told him that I’m not comfortable with the word “never” – like I’m NEVER going to eat cheese again. And he said that it’s about moderation. If his family is having dinner at a friend’s house and that meal has dairy or meat, they are going to eat it anyway. If he eats some meat or dairy he doesn’t use it as an excuse to bail on the diet. I found that comforting. It makes the diet sound more doable to me. I could treat meat or cheese as, well, a treat. I’m down with that. I don’t want to be the person that always asking, “Is there butter in this?” I don’t want to be high maintenance. It’s my nightmare to be considered high maintenance. Of course, it’s also my nightmare that I might get cancer again.

Apparently, there is a difference between the vegan diet and the whole-food, plant-based diet (You can check out “Forks Over Knives” to learn more about the whole-food, plant-based diet). The diets are very similar, but the plant-based diet also eliminates oil, refined sugar and processed foods. Honestly, it would probably be easier to go vegan. I could eat fries all day and claim to be a vegan. Maybe I could start there and transition to the more hardcore whole-food, plant-based diet if I so desire.

I’m not going to start the diet right away. I’m still doing chemotherapy, and I think I should be able to eat whatever I want while having poison injected in my body. That’s only fair. In the meantime, I will prepare myself by watching documentaries about how everything we eat is killing us.

I will try not to go on and on here about my diet, because this isn’t a food blog, and I don’t want to bore you.


You know, I started writing this blog back in 2003. This blog used to be about a single lady who liked to booze it up and rant about pop culture. Now it’s a boring-ass mommy blog about a lady with cancer. I’m surprised you’ve stayed with me this far, you guys. But I think if you can handle parenting and cancer blog posts, you can handle the occasional blog post about how I suck at diets.

What do you guys think? Have you tried a vegan diet or whole-food, plant-based diet?