To be honest: I don't think it's for me.
I realized this during lunch one day while poking at the yummy salad in front of me. It was convenient, cheap, and satisfying. I probably would have gotten it even if I wasn't trying to master a meat-free menu. Except that I had been craving fried chicken. For a couple days. And I had gotten a salad.
And then I realized that the lettuce I was eating was not good at all and was actually lettuce-cicles. Yep. Frozen lettuce. Eew. And so not satisfying. And really gross. And suddenly I was wishing for fried chicken. So warm and greasy and… satisfying.
Just like any kind of diet or restriction on the food I am “allowed” to eat, cutting out meat completely from my diet has proven to be futile. Just like cutting out desert, strawberries, and red meat. And anything fried.
Why? Because I like to eat. I like BBQ, sushi, hamburgers, pasta, and tacos. I like it smothered, cheesy, grilled, and fried. Veggies, fruit, meat, and deserts. I don't discriminate.
I also believe in moderation in all things. So yes, I eat ice cream when I want to. I just don't eat the whole pint in one sitting. Or the whole bag of beef jerky in one day. I get a small pizza instead of the one that will feed me for 3 meals.
Cutting out red meat from my diet started 2+ years ago. I noticed that I functioned better long term without the red meat. But I miss it. And I crave it sometimes. So when I do crave it, I go out and make the purchase worth it with a good burger or indulging my weakness for beef jerky. And every time, it's so worth it.
But in the mean time I've discovered pork and haven't missed the beef much at all. It surprises me how easy it is to just make a different choice.
I think that maybe this no-meat-at-all stint was set to fail from the beginning. To cut out a part of my diet just because I can? Hmmm. It seems to be not such a good reason for me. For my health? For ideals? Principles? Sure. But even then, I'm allergic to strawberries, but certainly not enough to keep me from eating myself sick every summer.
Maybe what this is really telling me has nothing to do with my eating habits. Maybe it's more about a lack of willpower. Or self-control. Or something. But I don't seem to have an issue with doing something because it's the right something to do. So I don't think that's it either.
Maybe it really is all about the food. And how much I love it.
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