So this is random but I don't eat a lot of meat and I never realized it until J and I were talking yesterday. We were hanging out and he was saying how he's been feeling weird because he's not been eating much meat and so his protein comes from cheese and peanut butter. Eventually, I told him about how I mainly eat Ramen noodles, toast, cheese, and pizza rolls. He commented "wow, you don't eat a lot of protein do you?" The thing with me though is that I've always eaten like an idiot. He actually commented on a period when I was only eating things that were individually wrapped. I wasn't doing this on purpose or anything but for awhile there, the bulk of my diet was string cheese and fruit roll ups. I didn't notice but he did. Actually, we were once at the grocery store and when we came back together in an aisle, he looked into my basket and, very angrily, said "food! Food goes in here, not snacks!" Because I think I had string cheese, fruit roll ups, and goldfish crackers. I recognize and admit that this isn't healthy but I don't really think about it or view it as a big deal. I even told him "yeah, well, you know me. We're lucky I'm alive every day because I clearly don't think I need to treat my body with any respect."
But I didn't realize how little meat I eat on a daily basis. I'm not a vegetarian. I was vegan for two and a half years but only to see how long I could do it*. I have a lamb skin jacket and a jacket with fox fur on the collar and cuffs (my mom bought both of these for me). Meat is tasty and I enjoy it. I really like duck and I know that I like my veal and steak medium rare. But I don't think to cook it or have it on hand. So I basically eat carbs and crap**. I've had two oranges in my bag for about a week because I was ill and felt I needed the vitamin C but, to be honest, it seemed too laborious for me to actually eat one of them. So yeah, I don't eat a lot of meat these days. And quite frankly, now that I've started to think about my dietary habits, I'm not only not surprised that I'm not super healthy, fit, and attractive, but I do wonder why I'm not sick more often and how I made it to this age. Not that you need to eat animals to be healthy but really? I'm 31 and I don't eat fruit and vegetables on a regular basis? WTF?
Some of this is going to change though. My buddy is coming to town tonight and he is bringing me some hog and deer that he's killed recently. Last time he was here, be brought me deer and I lived off that for quite some time. Now I get two animals so whoo hoo! Plus, I get to see my friend, who is my best friend, and I won't get to see him for who knows how long afterwards so I'm pretty excited. I've actually spent the bulk of my weekend cleaning my place because he's never seen it and I'm at that age where I don't necessarily want people to think I live like an animal. Do you remember when you were younger and your mom would make you help her clean your house because you were going to have visitors? I remember once when my mom said "we don't want people to think we live like pigs" and I responded with "well, we kind of do." But I so get it now! I actually feel bad about how I didn't get it back then and was all apathetic and lethargic when my mom would make me clean. But now? Yeah, I don't want you to think I live like a pig because I don't want you to form some judgment of me based on it. So I put shit away, swept my carpets, vacuumed, and a whole bunch of other stuff. And my friend doesn't even fucking care! He told me "don't clean on my account. I love you as you are" and I just said "yeah, I know, but like women have been saying forever, I care, I do care." When did I get to this age? I mean, when my mom came out in September, I actually took time off of work to clean my place and washed my fucking windows, inside and out! She's known me my entire life and I felt I had to have my place glimmering with cleanliness.
But, on the bright side, I have a clean apartment and I have meat coming my way***. Well done all around I say.
*I would have gone longer but I was in Italy, I don't read Italian, and it was either quit being vegan or just not eat.
**I accidentally wrote "carbs and crab". I fixed it but how weird would it be if that were true?
***Heh, I have meat coming my way. That's funny to the 13 year old boy inside of me.
But I didn't realize how little meat I eat on a daily basis. I'm not a vegetarian. I was vegan for two and a half years but only to see how long I could do it*. I have a lamb skin jacket and a jacket with fox fur on the collar and cuffs (my mom bought both of these for me). Meat is tasty and I enjoy it. I really like duck and I know that I like my veal and steak medium rare. But I don't think to cook it or have it on hand. So I basically eat carbs and crap**. I've had two oranges in my bag for about a week because I was ill and felt I needed the vitamin C but, to be honest, it seemed too laborious for me to actually eat one of them. So yeah, I don't eat a lot of meat these days. And quite frankly, now that I've started to think about my dietary habits, I'm not only not surprised that I'm not super healthy, fit, and attractive, but I do wonder why I'm not sick more often and how I made it to this age. Not that you need to eat animals to be healthy but really? I'm 31 and I don't eat fruit and vegetables on a regular basis? WTF?
Some of this is going to change though. My buddy is coming to town tonight and he is bringing me some hog and deer that he's killed recently. Last time he was here, be brought me deer and I lived off that for quite some time. Now I get two animals so whoo hoo! Plus, I get to see my friend, who is my best friend, and I won't get to see him for who knows how long afterwards so I'm pretty excited. I've actually spent the bulk of my weekend cleaning my place because he's never seen it and I'm at that age where I don't necessarily want people to think I live like an animal. Do you remember when you were younger and your mom would make you help her clean your house because you were going to have visitors? I remember once when my mom said "we don't want people to think we live like pigs" and I responded with "well, we kind of do." But I so get it now! I actually feel bad about how I didn't get it back then and was all apathetic and lethargic when my mom would make me clean. But now? Yeah, I don't want you to think I live like a pig because I don't want you to form some judgment of me based on it. So I put shit away, swept my carpets, vacuumed, and a whole bunch of other stuff. And my friend doesn't even fucking care! He told me "don't clean on my account. I love you as you are" and I just said "yeah, I know, but like women have been saying forever, I care, I do care." When did I get to this age? I mean, when my mom came out in September, I actually took time off of work to clean my place and washed my fucking windows, inside and out! She's known me my entire life and I felt I had to have my place glimmering with cleanliness.
But, on the bright side, I have a clean apartment and I have meat coming my way***. Well done all around I say.
*I would have gone longer but I was in Italy, I don't read Italian, and it was either quit being vegan or just not eat.
**I accidentally wrote "carbs and crab". I fixed it but how weird would it be if that were true?
***Heh, I have meat coming my way. That's funny to the 13 year old boy inside of me.
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