When the Bullshit Stopped Working
This isn’t about perfection.
It’s about figuring shit out in real time.
Somewhere between burnout, stress, trying to hold everything together, and pretending I was fine — the way I was living stopped working.
Not dramatically.
Not in a movie-scene breakdown kind of way.
Just quietly.
Like when your body starts whispering before it ever screams.
I didn’t wake up one day and decide to become plant-based.
I wasn’t trying to make a statement.
I wasn’t trying to become “that person.”
I wasn’t chasing a label.
I was just tired of feeling like crap.
So I changed one thing.
Food.
Not as an identity.
Not as a moral high ground.
Just as a place to start.
Because when everything else feels chaotic, food is one of the few things you can actually control without blowing your life up.
And here’s the truth nobody really talks about:
Eating differently doesn’t magically fix your life.
You still have stress.
You still have opinions coming at you from every direction.
You still have nights where you stare into the fridge wondering what the hell you’re doing.
But something shifts.
You start noticing:
What fuels you.
What drains you.
What supports you.
What sabotages you.
And slowly — without some dramatic transformation montage — things start to feel a little more stable.
Not perfect.
Just… better.
This blog isn’t about clean living or perfection.
It’s not about rules.
It’s not about judgment.
It’s not even strictly about food.
It’s about rebuilding — one small decision at a time — in a life that didn’t exactly go according to plan.
It’s messy.
It’s honest.
And sometimes it’s uncomfortable.
I’m not here to pretend I’ve got it all figured out.
I’m here because food was the first place I started telling the truth.
And this space is where that truth keeps unfolding.
If that resonates — welcome.
If it doesn’t — that’s okay too.
Katie Seelhoff
About No Bull Shiitake Kitchen I didn’t grow up eating kale. I grew up on a farm — with wild-hunted meat, backyard chickens, and two giant vegetable gardens I mostly ignored. I was the kid who hated vegetables, lived on potatoes, and would sit at the dinner table for hours refusing to eat whatever wild game was on my plate. Fast forward a few decades and a health wake-up call later, something wild happened: I stopped fighting food… and started feeling better. Not a little better. Way better. Less inflammation. More energy. Clearer skin. A body that finally felt like it was on my side again. At 40, I honestly feel better than I ever have. Here’s the part no one likes to say out loud: Plant-based has a stigma — and it’s bullshit. People think it means fake meat, sad salads, and giving up everything you love. What I found instead was flavor, creativity, comfort, and food that actually makes you feel good instead of heavy and exhausted. This isn’t vegan dogma. This isn’t diet culture. This is real food, cooked with intention, by a former farm kid who never planned to end up here — and is way happier because she did. No Bull Shiitake Kitchen is where I share: What I actually eat The messy, funny, honest stories behind it And how to make plants taste indulgent and real No fake food. No preachy rules. No pretending. Just plants, cooked with heart, that make you feel really damn good. No bull. All plants.