|pic courtesy of the Michigan Farmer’s Market. They really know how to grow ’em!|
The votes have been cast and the decision is made. Vive la vegetarian! Today begins my month eating vegetarian. I have toyed with the idea of vegetarianism for a while now. A couple of years, in fact. The reason why is sort of simple: I do not like handling raw meat. Ground beef and raw chicken gross me out. I sort of gag just thinking about raw chicken. Pink, slimy chicken with those little bits of fat…and sometimes a red veiny thing… Eww sick I am grossing myself out just writing those words.
So handling raw meat is pretty ick to me. And a couple of years ago I started thinking “what else in my life grosses me out so much, but is still ignored?”. I mean, I get sort of ill handling raw chicken but I ignore that every time and just prepare it and eat it anyway. This isn’t exactly consistent with most other areas of my life. I don’t think that everything we do must be pleasant. I mean:
I change diapers every day.
I clean my bathroom every Monday.
I exercise and good grief that is not all that enjoyable.
But with all of those things at least there is a payoff that makes the discomfort or effort worthwhile.
Clean diaper=happy, stink-free child.
Clean bathroom=enjoyable bathroom experience and lack of shame when visitors come over. Exercise=lower stress level and less overall jiggling of the body parts that are not meant to jiggle.
The payoff for eating chicken and beef doesn’t feel that great to me. I enjoy it, but only if I sort of turn a blind eye to the preparation of it.
So yeah. In the spirit of being fairly consistent with why I do what I do, I am motivated to cut the meat out. That, and an overwhelming 66% of blog readers voted in my handy poll to change one thing in my diet this month.
|i prefer to eat fruits and vegetables that have been grouped by color. thanks.|
One reservation I have had in this has been the inconvenience or discomfort to other people. I always wonder how frequently vegetarians have to sort of apologize for not eating meat, if they show up to an occasion and the main course is steak or something. The host(ess) has prepared the meal, did not necessarily think to ask about diet considerations (which is becoming a more assumed question lately, I think), and the vegetarian has to try to be polite and considerate, but decline the main portion of the meal that was prepared for him or her. I sort of cringe at that, but also don’t really know how often that happens. Or how big of a deal it really is.
How exciting- this month I might experience that very thing and see how awkward I actually feel! Quick! Someone in Charlottesville- invite me over and prepare a big fat steak! Let’s put it to the test!
Maybe one week I will also cut out sugar. Although, in the spirit of full disclosure, I don’t really know what people mean when they say that. Does that just mean no more sugar in my coffee and no candy? That’s a cinch. Seems too easy. Or does that mean reading labels and not eating anything with -ose as an ingredient (fructose, sucrose, dextrose)? That would definitely up the ante.