This is it. 12:26 AM. The end of day one in our quest to transfer to a whole food (not the store) plant-based diet. You've got it. Nothing eaten that has or had a face, nervous system, mother, or father.
(Linnea just said "except an occasional fish. I like fish. I would like to state for the record that that is NOT part of the diet. NO FACES.)
Anyway, so here's a tiny bit of background. We are a newly married couple living in Portland, OR. I grew up in the heartland - Indiana. Though not EVERYONE in Indiana owns pigs and has a farm, everyone personally knows at least 3 people who do. My father's family is from Southeast KY and are all farm workers. Linnea grew up outside of Houston, TX. That means that for her first birthday she ate a short stack of ribs with smack-yo-mama hot sauce on them. She had french-fry baby food and ketchup in her bottle.
Not exactly. Actually not at all, but that's where we grew up and we sure love us some meat. Well, until this morning.
We're not getting any younger, we're thinking of starting a family, and we want to live to see the kids get as old as we are right now. We've recently run a marathon, we are mountaineers and avid outdoors people, but our diet...well...sucks. I aim to climb Mt. Rainer soon and I don't want to take this belly or blood pressure up with me.
Back to my point...so, we went to see Forks Over Knives at a local Seventh Day Adventist Church (boy are those some shiny happy nice and strange Jesus people, but that's not what this is about). As we were walking in I think Linnea's words were "...of course we're not going to become vegan or anything." (for the record #2: Seeing the damn movie was her idea in the first place).
Walking out of the theater we decided "sure, let's give it a shot."
Now for MY idea. "Honey, how about we go out for steak, a deep fried onion, blue cheese salad, and cake & ice cream to celebrate our new vegan life?" She is an agreeable woman, so off we went.
A $265 store run later, and a 55 gallon drum of yellow bean protien shake powder for emergencies stowed away, here we are.
NO FACES.
(Linnea just said "except an occasional fish. I like fish. I would like to state for the record that that is NOT part of the diet. NO FACES.)
Anyway, so here's a tiny bit of background. We are a newly married couple living in Portland, OR. I grew up in the heartland - Indiana. Though not EVERYONE in Indiana owns pigs and has a farm, everyone personally knows at least 3 people who do. My father's family is from Southeast KY and are all farm workers. Linnea grew up outside of Houston, TX. That means that for her first birthday she ate a short stack of ribs with smack-yo-mama hot sauce on them. She had french-fry baby food and ketchup in her bottle.
Not exactly. Actually not at all, but that's where we grew up and we sure love us some meat. Well, until this morning.
We're not getting any younger, we're thinking of starting a family, and we want to live to see the kids get as old as we are right now. We've recently run a marathon, we are mountaineers and avid outdoors people, but our diet...well...sucks. I aim to climb Mt. Rainer soon and I don't want to take this belly or blood pressure up with me.
Back to my point...so, we went to see Forks Over Knives at a local Seventh Day Adventist Church (boy are those some shiny happy nice and strange Jesus people, but that's not what this is about). As we were walking in I think Linnea's words were "...of course we're not going to become vegan or anything." (for the record #2: Seeing the damn movie was her idea in the first place).
Walking out of the theater we decided "sure, let's give it a shot."
Now for MY idea. "Honey, how about we go out for steak, a deep fried onion, blue cheese salad, and cake & ice cream to celebrate our new vegan life?" She is an agreeable woman, so off we went.
A $265 store run later, and a 55 gallon drum of yellow bean protien shake powder for emergencies stowed away, here we are.
NO FACES.
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