I was challenged with the question of why I am continuing this experiment on a recent Easter trip to the farm. Eating a vegan diet is challenging. Eating out becomes tricky and people assume your food tastes like cardboard or that you’re a hippy. Let me assure you my food is delicious and I am only sort of, kind of a hippy.
Why am I doing this?
To lose weight? I am a female over the age of 12 in America so I would be lying if I said I wasn’t slightly obsessed with my scale. Meaning...I actually had to ask my boyfriend to hide it for one week. Yikes! But losing weight being the sole motivation to exercise or eat rabbit food isn’t enough to lose it and keep it off. When I really break it down, I want to be what I think is beautiful. To me, that is healthy, energetic, compassionate and inspired. Though...I wouldn't hate being a size 4 again.
Is it working?
- I am starting to make food choices based on how I know I will feel after I stuff my face instead of what I think the scale may say the next morning. I want to feel good. I choose carrots and homemade hummus instead of cheese and crackers. Almond milk or coconut water in my morning smoothie instead of cow's milk.
- I am waking up before my alarm even goes off and nearly skipping my way to the shower instead of dragging myself out of bed and walking to the bathroom like a zombie.
- I have energy to meet work deadlines that I struggled with just a month ago which means I go home at 5 pm instead of 8 pm.
- I am inspired to nurture the hobbies that for years have been begging me to play (like writing a blog!).
What about compassion? I was determined to get a cheeseburger on the way out of Wisconsin. The fantasies were getting pretty steamy as I thought of having my way with that big, juicy meat. Until I said hello to the cows pictured below (No, the one in the pink is not one of them!). I think compassion had a play in my choice to have brown rice pasta with extra olive oil in my pesto (Oooh, I am so bad!) and veggies that night.
Mary

