Facebook reminded me today that 4 years ago I was thinking about my health. It’s kind of ironic because, again, I am finding myself thinking about health and the food that I eat and what I can do to be healthier. One of my Facebook friends shared an interesting article about inflammation and it’s link to depression and it has had me thinking. I’ve kind of deduced from my own personal experience that inflammation has been a key to my physical health. For example, if my skin breaks out I know it’s due to inflammation and I will try to eat better (usually I’ve been eating too much sugar). I hadn’t thought about it being related to depression, though. I find this very interesting! It gives me more tools to work with in my fight against this disease. It’s empowering. Admittedly, when I am eating healthier and generally doing things that combat inflammation I feel less depressed. So it makes a lot of sense.
While I’m talking about food I have to come clean and admit something. I made a big deal about becoming (or re-becoming) a vegetarian a couple of years ago, but I decided several months ago that it was not sustainable for me. I really need animal protein. I feel better when I eat it. As a Buddhist I feel really guilty about this. But you do what you gotta do. If I can figure out how to make vegetarianism work for me I would do it. But I can’t seem to figure out how to make it work and have energy during the day.
I thought for today’s post it would be interesting to take a look at what I was doing 10 years ago. It seems crazy that I can do this on my blog. It is more than 10 years old at this point!
10 years ago I was contemplating becoming vegetarian. Again. Crazy, because here I am, exactly 10 y ears later, contemplating the same thing. I have been having Buddhist guilt (I don’t think there really is such a thing but there kind of is, if you know what I mean) about eating meat. I know that it is probably wrong for me to eat meat but I struggled with it because for a long time I really, truly didn’t think it was wrong. I think that for this to stick it needs to feel like the right thing to do in my heart, not just my head. And in my heart I didn’t think it was wrong.
However, I have had a change of heart in the past few months. The big turnaround was a few weekends ago when we first visited some cows on a free-range beef farm, and then the next day when we went to the fair. I forced myself at the fair to wander through the farm animal sections to see if it would have an affect on my feeling about eating meat.
It did. When we got to the area where there were pigs we were greeted, first, with this sign.
Meet your meat
I have to say that I was not offended by the sign but it really made me think! It made me think about whether I really want to meet and make friends with my food. Or do I want to just go to the store and buy nicely packaged products and pretend that this wasn’t a living being at one time. As I thought more about it, I realized that it is wrong for me to do that, to buy the packages and go about my business pretending that this creature died for my nutritional benefit – and probably suffered greatly at the hand of a factory farm! The next question for me becomes, “if it is wrong to buy packaged meat at the store, am I willing to kill my own food?” The answer to that question, for me, is no. I couldn’t do it. I don’t do death very well as it is, I know myself. I know I wouldn’t be able to kill my food. I know people who do it and I have the greatest respect for them.
So here I am, a vegetarian again. With a new-found resolve. I have been vegetarian for all of 3 weeks now. Give or take a dinner or two.
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This post at the Tattered Coat is very thought provoking. Stomach-churning, yes, but also very thought provoking. Especially for me as I’ve been contemplating going vegetarian lately. Again.
Since I’ve moved back to Spokane I’ve fallen into the clutches of The Belly Buster, a Zip’s Hamburger classic. I was able to cut myself off from fast food for, what was it? 10 years? And now that I’ve moved close to Zips I’ve caved. Fallen off the wagon. But how could I not? Zip’s Belly Busters inlude the artery clogging combination of a meat patty, cheese, ham, bacon, and your standard hamburger condiments like lettuce, tomato, mayo. And this delicious burger is followed by thier delectible fries dipped in Tartar sauce. Yes, in Spokane we dip our fries in tartar sauce. yummy!
But, unfortunately, I am not 20-something anymore and cannot eat Belly Busters to my heart’s content like the good old days. sigh. I’ve probably gained at least five pounds since I’ve moved here. I’m afraid to even step on the scale.
Sooo, this leads me to my desire lately to change my ways. I’ve been considering vegetarianism again, and I’m also considering taking up Yoga, too. I feel like my whole psyche just needs a change.
Not saying I’m going to take the plunge, but it’s posts like this one from Tattered Coat that make me consider it.