|Sign off I-94 North of Illinois|
We still have a few meat, dairy and processed food items in the kitchen. However, when the Cheese-Its are gone, the needle on my cheese-o-meter will be at zero and the seven signs of the cheesepocalypse will begin, starting with my name being put on some sort of black list at the Wisconsin border. Personally I think it’s kind of fun that the only sausage in our house is in a package with a label ending in “furky.” Furky is funny, as is Tofu. Still, I attest. I’m not a Vegan. I'm not doing this to save the animals, to better the environment, to cleanse or challenge myself. While those are admirable noble pursuits, when it comes to food I'm a selfish idiot. This is for me.
|My Lunch: May Be Vegan|
To me, this change in diet is not a final destination. I’m not quitting meat, dairy and processed food. I like to see things more positive. I’m simply trying to eat a plant based and non-processed food diet. You don't quit smoking. You put more fresh air in your lungs. To me, even as a bike crazed dufus, giving up entire groups of foods is like a New Year’s resolution to exercise everyday, a maddening premise destined to disappoint, a recipe to over promise and under deliver. The way I see it, I equate this change in diet more to yoga. You’ll never be perfect. The benefit lies simply in the practice. While there may come a day when I wish there would be a cheese-patch to deliver a steady stream of melty-gooey goodness into my veins, eating this way is simply a day to day, meal to meal exercise in being healthy.