Seems easy to do, right? But sometimes fitting in your recommended servings of fresh vegetables a day is hard. Like drinking 8 glasses of water (if I drank 8 glasses of water, me and my small bladder would be running to the bathroom all the time). We’ve always have had pretty healthy diets and seldom eat anything that is processed or packaged frozen mostly because it’s not in our budget to buy these foods which can notoriously inflate your grocery bill. Ok, living with a chef helps a lot, but I’ve been trying to make more of an effort to eat even healthier. I feel like my body is acting older than it should be. Everything hurts these days. I feel…brittle…and achy. It’s sort of alarming, depressing and a reality check all at once. While I may not be able to control certain pain regarding my back and now tail bone (!?) issues (oh yeah, the chronic tailbone pain is new. FUN TIMES! This is really making me feel like an old lady as it often takes me a bit to stand up from sitting because it hurts so much) there are other things I can control to keep other things in check and that’s diet, particularly since we don’t have the best health insurance (I’m working on the exercise part, I swear).
This is where the less meat/ less diary thing has come in, aside from the fact that I have no interest in butter or cheese and I’ve eaten very little meat in the last few months. Guys, I am not even tempted by bacon, the gateway meat that lures all lapsed vegetarians back to the dark side. So what is going on? I have no idea, but I’m just going with it. Mark, having been a vegetarian for a long time too, kinda kicked back into that mode of cooking and he’s been only cooking with any kind of meat once a week or so. I have never actually cooked meat myself so I don’t even know what to do with it! I remember not too long ago pulling a package of beef out of the fridge because it had to be cooked, looking at it cluelessly and then putting it back in the fridge. I know that being a vegetarian and even a vegan, which I was for about 3 years during that time, doesn’t automatically mean you’re eating healthy if all you’re downing is carbs and fries, so this time I’m making sure I get other sources of protein and eating more vegetables. Also, I am not giving up fish (and really, I’m not officially eliminating all meat from my diet either. I’m not declaring myself a vegetarian or a pescetarian or putting any kind of label on it). I’m not a big fan of cooked fish, but sushi was my gateway meat and I will eat it forever.
Mia was curious as to why I wasn’t eating any meat during dinner and I told her some of my reasons, both health and ethically related (swear to god that I became a vegetarian in high school because Morrissey told me that Meat Is Murder). Mia, who despite having some knowledge of how the meat that she eats gets on her plate, is an enthusiastic, self described carnivore. Claudine, on the other hand, overheard our conversation and kept telling us to “stop talking about it” as she quietly continued to work on her drawing. I asked her why and she replied that it made her feel sad and bad and she didn’t want to hear anymore. “It makes them hurt”. Claudine, ever the picky eater, doesn’t eat meat really at all except in the form of the occasional bacon, salami or chicken fingers so I pointed out that bacon comes from pigs and that she likes bacon, which she then replied with a huge smile and insane wide open eyes, “BACON!? I LOVE BACON!!!”.