Every once in a while, I like to challenge myself. This time around, I’m working on going meat-free for two weeks. I started yesterday with the hopes of ending in time for Christmas Day.
This is far from the first time I’ve tried this. My longest stretch lasted about 6 months so, a couple of weeks shouldn’t be so daunting. But, for some reason, it is. Perhaps, it has something to do with the fact that I am just getting older and more cantankerous. I like eating meat and find every excuse for doing so. However, as I’ve shared before, meat is like a gateway drug for me. I honestly believe it to be the linchpin for all my bad eating. To me, a burger doesn’t go well with water and a salad. Ribs need and brown rice don’t cut it. Pepperoni and sausage pizza need a good Coke or a Sprite to wash them down.
However, it’s something about consciously eating a more plant-based diet that causes me to really think about what I am consuming. For example, there’s something to be said for making a good stir-fry with fresh vegetables or having a big, colorful salad that make one feel better about eating and not wanting to ruin it by piling on a bunch of junk food.
So, here I am at day two. 12 more to go.