if you know me at all, you’re quite aware I suck at eating healthy. some people have a sweet tooth. I have a sweet mammoth’s tusk. so day in and day out I make false promises to myself about how I’m never ever ever going to eat anything unhealthy until the end of the world. then I have a bad day and run straight into the comforting arms of two of my favorite men, Mr. Ben and Mr. Jerry. so far, they have never let me down. unfortunately, my craving for chocolates, cupcakes, etc has yet to subside completely. therefore, I’ve had to look at eating healthier in other ways.
recently I decided I wanted to try my hand at being a vegetarian, just to see if I could do it. I lasted 48 hours, and then sold my soul for three chicken tenders and some honey mustard. however, before I caved in, I felt very…empowered by this decision. it was almost as if I had joined some elite club that’s primary attribute was self control.
now everyone thinks I’m trying to be a vegetarian to be a cool kid, but I assure you that’s not it. not quite, at least. I really enjoyed those few hours, not because I was restraining my salivating self from a giant steak, but because I hadn’t felt any desire to eat meat. growing up in my household, with my family, meat was a key ingredient at every meal. so it felt natural, when I moved out, to continue eating it all day every day.
so I have happily made the decision that I’m probably 80% vegetarian. bacon and beef jerky will forever have a hold on me, but I’m usually pretty content to eat my pumpernickel bagels with spinach and artichoke cream cheese for breakfast, my cottage cheese with strawberries and hard boiled eggs for lunch, and my spicy black bean burgers with raspberry chipolte sauce and swiss cheese for dinner.
In summation, for those of you who think my rants are long and tedious:
Out with the meats, in with the veggie treats.