An update from Cheerio lala land
What is wrong with this picture: I’m sitting on my couch in my brand new apartment, trying to start my June article for Lightworker Magazine. There’s loud music playing, I’m sipping on a cup of coffee, and I just polished off a spinach, chicken and goat cheese salad.
|My tasty quicky “pizza” from last night on a brown rice
tortilla with goat mozarella, zucchini, olives and basil.
Yes indeed, it seems this whole vegan thing isn’t quite working out anymore. I feel better and a little sad all at once. There’s a lot less stress associated with eating when you don’t have to rule out so much, but there’s the feeling of giving in to something I’ve been wanting to distance myself from. My reasons for going vegan in the first place were good – I wanted to explore another level of healthy eating, stop contributing to areas of the food industry that are in many cases gross and unethical and also not cause harm to animals. And for a while, I was doing good. But when I got back into Crossfit about a month ago, it took about a week of workouts and research to realize that the protein I was getting from my diet was nowhere near adequate. My body felt it and what I read only served to back it up. I stressed about it. I even had an emergency meeting with my naturopath (it’s ok to laugh, I laugh in retrospect of what I considered to be an “emergency” at the time) and it seems she and I are on the same wavelength: you gotta eat. It’s great to want to make an impact on our society and the food industry, but if those choices are impeding your day-to-day life, it’s time to reel it in a little bit. Yeah, I suppose I could down loads of protein powder and soy each day, but personally, I don’t think humans were put on this earth to eat powder, and excess soy brings along its own slew of problems too. So the compromise: adding fish, chicken, eggs and goat dairy products (goat milk products don’t cause digestion problems for me like cow’s milk products do). If felt weird at first. I liked that I had been sustaining myself without any animals having to give their lives, but I have to be healthy too. And I take much comfort in the fact that no matter what you eat, you can help the food industry evolve towards higher standards. So I buy free-range eggs, sustainably caught fish and free range, antibiotic free chicken. I eat what I need, I don’t waste, and I’m thankful that I live in a world where I can make choices like this.
It took me a little while to come to terms with why I was doing this. Because I want to do really intense exercise that makes most people cringe? Kinda stupid, no? It seemed so selfish. But if I’m not meant to do this, than why am I so excited about it? Why is my little soul so full of passion for lifting heavy weights, climbing ropes and doing pull-ups? I really don’t know, but one thing I’m sure of is if that I wasn’t supposed to be doing it, the Universe wouldn’t have given me this massive amount of passion for it. I see it as a part of the trail it wants me to follow. Why did it lead me down the vegan trail? I could say it was a wrong turn, but I really don’t think so. Perhaps it will come to make even more sense later on, but these few months have really taught me to pay attention to what I put into my body, where it comes from and what effect it has on me. I think it’s a lesson well worth learning.
The coffee, well, that’s another story. I gave it up in January, and I hadn’t craved it until last week. After a horrible, horrible moving weekend, it was time to settle into the new place. Seriously, I never thought moving to another floor in the same apartment building could be so awful. After turning down my parent’s help thinking that surely, the Acadian and I could get our few pieces of furniture into the elevator and down the hall on our own, this same elevator broke twice (it was down for 6 hours one day) and my poor guy spent two days in bed with a terrible case of food poisoning that had us visit the emergency room in the middle of the night. It was not a happy time. Moving stresses me out like nothing else, and the second time the elevator broke, I just sat in the hallway and sobbed. Alright, so it seems a little exaggerated now, but it felt appropriate at the time.
|Hello Mr. Coffee. I’ve missed you.|
So back to unpacking. Although I’m not cranky in the morning without the coffee and I quite enjoy my tea, well, let’s just say I’m not a super go-getter like I used to be after a cuppa joe. And unpacking? Well, I guess I was longing for that bit of je-ne-sais-quoi (ok, I know “quoi” it’s called caffeine!!!) to get me into high gear. So, I compromised and bought hippie coffee: fair-trade organic coffee that I drink with a bit of raw honey and almond milk (still made in my vitamix). Sure, it’s not a healthy addition to my diet, but considering I only have one cup a day (if I even have it each day) and I enjoy it so much, it must at least be good for my soul. It bothers me a little that I depend on caffeine to give me that extra push, but I’ve decided not to beat myself up about it.
Yes, things are a changin’ in my little world, but one thing remains constant: I still firmly believe that raw chicken is pure, pure evil.This post may contain affiliate links.
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