Food. I love you. You make me full and happy. I love you deep fried. I love you breaded. I love you breaded and then deep fried. I love you loaded with sugar. I love you with high fructose corn syrup (CIRCUS PEANUTS AND CANDY CORN!!!). I love you blended up into a smoothie. I just love you.
Food is my favorite. Alcohol used to be my favorite, but we broke up. Life is much better without that relationship, but more on that in another post. Today's topic: going vegan. WHAAAAAAT?!!
I've been a non-meat eater for the past 11 years. I don't use the term vegetarian because I'll eat fish from time to time, but mostly just to not be a complete asshole and total inconvenience to the world. You ever hear the this joke: How do you know if someone at the party is a vegetarian? Oh, don't worry, they'll tell you! Well, I didn't want to be that person, so fish it is! And dairy, and eggs, and gelatin (ummm helloooo Mike and Ike's). The more I've been researching things, the more I've been seeing scientific correlation that a 100% plant based diet can lead to lower incidences of cancer, mood disorders and a bunch of other stuff that doesn't seem like a ton of fun to live with--so I'm going to give it a go. Temporarily.
Three months. I'm going to go full on vegan, plant-based eating for three months. If I don't notice a huge change in my skin, mood, sleep, and athletic performance at the end of the three months, I'll go back to nachos. I fucking love cheese. Until I start to think about how it is actually made from the breastmilk of a different species. That is pretty gross. Delicious, but gross. I've been toying with the idea of going vegan for a few years, but kept getting pregnant/looking at cheese/candy corn/gummy anything/marshmallows (vegan marshmallows are gross)/baked goods that contain eggs/etc. However, recent life events have made me step back and look at the whole picture of my life and eating habits: is what I'm putting into my body going to give me a great output? Will I be able to run a faster mile fueled on processed shitty food that makes my tastebuds happy or rich, from the Earth food that will make my blood stream happy?
I've read a ton of books (scholarly, not The Atkins Diet type) on what happens once food hits our mouth. It quite the fascinating process and I encourage you all to go and read about food and the breakdown of every morsel and learn how it functions in your body. Go beyond the "(insert popular villain food at the moment) is bad for you! Don't eat it!" and learn what exactly happens to the carbohydrates you've been conditioned to abstain from. Learn why processed sugar maybe isn't the best thing for your body to sustain upon. Learn what gluten breaks down to and how your body processes it. Don't just take these fad diets at face value. I've watched several documentaries on the topic of food and obesity. I always notice an underlaying theme in the texts and movies: plant-based diets don't lead to health problems.
When is the last time you heard of a plant-based vegan dying of hear disease? I'm not talking a Fruit Loop and pasta vegan, I'm talking a legit eats-from-the-earth-not-the-box vegan. With so much research and evidence coming out showing just how beneficial it is to go plant-based, I decided to try it. What do I have to lose? Three months without cheese? I may never get those months back, but I sure as hell can eat enough cheese to make up for those three months if this little experiment doesn't work out for me.
Over the course of the next three months, I'll check back in and let you know how its going. I'll let you know if I've found any good recipes, or if I stumble upon the meaning of life through eating plant-based stuff. I won't become the annoying Party Vegan in pleather knock off Birkenstocks. But maybe my face won't look like the before picture on your teenager's Proactiv insert. Maybe my hair will be shinier and healthier. Maybe my body won't hate me as much when I drag it through an 8 mile run on Sunday mornings.
**DISCLAIMER: The offspring and husband still eat how we have before this little experiment of mine. I'm letting them make the best decisions for themselves (within reason, obviously). I just won't be cooking meat for the next three months. The man can do that. Or Chik-Fil-A...they have an indoor playground that doesn't smell like an old sock.**