the curly tale at the end of the year of the pig
giving dietary recommendations is not a habit of mine. as a matter of fact i am no role model as far as any dietary regime goes. finally again my diet is strict vegan, after a self-imposed bout with macrobiotics, a.k.a. ovolacto-ism for insane reasons i have not understood as of yet, except for that old lame excuse which began as a reason to enjoy the local hawaiian cuisine with no guilt, when i first moved here, which finally became a ball and chain. i've mostly learned to beware the hawaiian diet, the same for most modern cuisines. it's just way too meaty for me to indulge. but taro and poi are good things.
happily, over the past few months, i've finally reawakened due to external factors like maybe the environment, social behaviors and such, and am strictly vegan again as of last month and this time it is until the day i die, no more going back. but that's about all. my diet has never been ideal, no matter what i ate or didn't ate, however it is definitely several steps above diet coke and pretzels, which i would never do. i have learned to be quite the cook over the years. my problem is in variety. i get in ruts and stay in them for too long. but they aren't bad ruts.
why go back? mostly for political and social reasons, the same as before, but mostly because i was feeling massive feelings of pseudo-hypocracy that came to a climax last month during the annual festival of turkey holocaust, even though i wasn't part of it, other than being a fellow human, i wasn't being hypocritical or even having any urges to be. i was merely an observer, not a participant. but i think i was feeling guilty for the actions of many of my fellow humans who are continual participants and will never even consider being vegan.
i never called myself vegan after i stopped being. my diet became macrobiotic and that's how i referred to myself. but as time passed i began to long for the times when i was living a vegan lifestyle. i realized i had switched to macro simply for reasons of apathy and laziness, so i decided to take control of my non-impulses and get some sort of code back into my life. returning to vegan-ness seems to make the most sense of all the things to do. at least that's my excuse for now. what else is there? get religion? hah!
as for well-rounded, it may not be completely nutritionally balanced, but it's no less nutritious than my diet ever was and my diet was never that great in the nutrition department, except for when i lived with michael, the closest thing i ever had to a live-in vegan chef and husband. but i no longer have that luxury, the blessings of a provisional and loving spouse while residing in those cities of emerald, saint augustine and seattle, are now nothing more than sweet memories.
really it was hardly any change at all, mostly mechanical. i had almost already reverted back to completely vegan, all the difficulty of change happened for me 20 years ago when i changed to vegan from being omnivore all my life. i was happy to remain strict for six years and would have continued indefinitely, but the social gang i was a part of fragmented and ritually shed all our habits and lifestyles to begin anew, and we all went separate geographical and worldly ways.
the macro thing happened to me and i've been macriobiotic, but not strict vegan all the time since, not omnivore, just not-strict vegan. so this time no big deal at all, because the most i was ever being non-vegan since then was the scrambled egg breakfast of years ago (the thought disgusts me now) or a slice of cheese (likewise disgusting) maybe a rare nibble of caviar, or a mahi-mahi sushi roll. it was macro and that's the code i was going by. but now no more. i have returned, gone vegan, and was and am so happy to do it.
this is the end of the year of the pig. officially now pork is dead meat. the cows are gong mad, all dairy products are merely mucous. what remains of the fish is full of heavy metals.
it's ume sushi for me from now on. this is not a new year's resolution. it's a fact.
happily, over the past few months, i've finally reawakened due to external factors like maybe the environment, social behaviors and such, and am strictly vegan again as of last month and this time it is until the day i die, no more going back. but that's about all. my diet has never been ideal, no matter what i ate or didn't ate, however it is definitely several steps above diet coke and pretzels, which i would never do. i have learned to be quite the cook over the years. my problem is in variety. i get in ruts and stay in them for too long. but they aren't bad ruts.
why go back? mostly for political and social reasons, the same as before, but mostly because i was feeling massive feelings of pseudo-hypocracy that came to a climax last month during the annual festival of turkey holocaust, even though i wasn't part of it, other than being a fellow human, i wasn't being hypocritical or even having any urges to be. i was merely an observer, not a participant. but i think i was feeling guilty for the actions of many of my fellow humans who are continual participants and will never even consider being vegan.
i never called myself vegan after i stopped being. my diet became macrobiotic and that's how i referred to myself. but as time passed i began to long for the times when i was living a vegan lifestyle. i realized i had switched to macro simply for reasons of apathy and laziness, so i decided to take control of my non-impulses and get some sort of code back into my life. returning to vegan-ness seems to make the most sense of all the things to do. at least that's my excuse for now. what else is there? get religion? hah!
as for well-rounded, it may not be completely nutritionally balanced, but it's no less nutritious than my diet ever was and my diet was never that great in the nutrition department, except for when i lived with michael, the closest thing i ever had to a live-in vegan chef and husband. but i no longer have that luxury, the blessings of a provisional and loving spouse while residing in those cities of emerald, saint augustine and seattle, are now nothing more than sweet memories.
really it was hardly any change at all, mostly mechanical. i had almost already reverted back to completely vegan, all the difficulty of change happened for me 20 years ago when i changed to vegan from being omnivore all my life. i was happy to remain strict for six years and would have continued indefinitely, but the social gang i was a part of fragmented and ritually shed all our habits and lifestyles to begin anew, and we all went separate geographical and worldly ways.
the macro thing happened to me and i've been macriobiotic, but not strict vegan all the time since, not omnivore, just not-strict vegan. so this time no big deal at all, because the most i was ever being non-vegan since then was the scrambled egg breakfast of years ago (the thought disgusts me now) or a slice of cheese (likewise disgusting) maybe a rare nibble of caviar, or a mahi-mahi sushi roll. it was macro and that's the code i was going by. but now no more. i have returned, gone vegan, and was and am so happy to do it.
this is the end of the year of the pig. officially now pork is dead meat. the cows are gong mad, all dairy products are merely mucous. what remains of the fish is full of heavy metals.
it's ume sushi for me from now on. this is not a new year's resolution. it's a fact.
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