North Dakota is a bad place for a sushi craving.
I pulled off the freeway in Fargo, North Dakota as the first stop for lunch on my trip from Minneapolis to Seattle. I’d been listening to a segment on sushi on NPR and that’s what I wanted. I drove down a store-lined road and was surprised to see a Dunn Bros Coffee. I stopped in, hoping to find a chai latte and protein plate for lunch. The tea was a go, but the only food this cafe had was muffins and pastries.
I drove down the street again, looking for a grocery store deli, Chipotle or something that wasn’t a burger and fries. Nothing, so I reached into my bag of trail mix (almonds, peanuts and raisins) to tide me over. I got back on I-90 West, figuring I’d rather eat nothing than something that will leave me feeling bad.
Sometime between when my doctor told me to cut gluten out of my diet nearly a year ago and today, I learned to listen to my body. On that road trip, I knew I needed to fuel my body carefully. Sugary treats were not what I wanted. In fact, when I eat sugar on an empty stomach now, I feel nauseated. I know I need protein with every meal.
In the next decent-size town, I found a grocery store with a deli and chose a roast beef sandwich (with gluten, but it was the best I could do there) and some fruit.
That evening for dinner, I had soup and some of the fruit my mom packed me. (Thanks, Mom!) The hotel breakfast the next morning was amazing for protein lovers: Scrambled eggs, bacon and yogurt. I hit the road feeling good.
The following morning, however, I stared at the hotel (same chain) spread disappointed. They had bagels no New Yorker would even recognize as such, toast, cereal and a waffle iron. I grabbed a container of (sugary) yogurt and an apple, and another handful of trail mix.
When I got to Spokane, Washington, I pulled off at the first Safeway for gas and to finally get the sushi I craved. It wasn’t good, but it hit the spot and contained 0 grams of nauseating sugar.
I’m a journalist, content strategist, doting auntie, amateur bobsledder, fitness enthusiast, and wannabe health nut (who loves chocolate and pizza too much to fully commit). I don't want you to think my life is perfect. It's not.