Well, vegan failure at the max. This semester is proving far more than I can handle on multiple fronts. Instead of trying and failing miserably on multiple fronts, I’d rather reign in the expectations of myself and succeed at small goals and someday hit those big ones.
I have a tendency to go a little overboard on the grandiose plans.
Yes, I know. You’re shocked.
What IS working right now? Intermittent Fasting. Granted, this more of a forced thing. I NEVER eat breakfast at home. Like. Ever. Even at my most motivated and dedicated, I just didn’t eat at home. So, I would stop at the ‘Bucks, because, of course, I NEED to eat breakfast, right?
No. No, I really do not.
So, instead of doing the failing at eating breakfast or forking over money hand and foot, I’ve just been enforcing IF hours. I stop eating by 9pm or so each night and I eat again between noon and one the next day. Weekends are still my weak point on that front, but I’ll work my way there.
As for the vegan life… I’m going to work my way to it. Rather than cold turkey, which just isn’t working right now because I don’t have the brain power, or, frankly, the emotional investment. But, it is how my body seems to best respond. Soooooo. One step at a time. First up - sugar. So long any sugar that isn’t fruit or the little bit I add to unsweet iced tea. Time to lose this sweet tooth. Also, I really don’t eat meat much, so that goes as well. Fish will stay for a couple of weeks, then will drop that as well.
Smoothies are mmmmmm. I really do need to make more.
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The long-term plan? Stay vegetarian, with sparing use of eggs and dairy and whatnot, for a while. Once I graduate and get done with the AP exam, I’ll see what I’m able to do. If I feel good mentally, then will keep stepping to veganism. If not, I’ll wait until summer when I won’t have classes and won’t be working.
Obviously, the vegan life isn’t because I’m super worried about the animals. I won’t lie. I desperately want to visit a farm and fall in love with cows and pigs and chickens, so that I become this passionate advocate for sentient beings, which I know they are, but because I don't KNOW personally… it’s easy to compartmentalize.
I mean, we don’t eat dogs in this country. So, it does beg the question how does are so different than other animals? And, honestly, they’re just not. Does that mean I’m going to rush off to eat dog? Heck, no! But, I do need this idea to take hold. If only for selfish reasons of wanting my belly to start being happy with me again.