I have not eaten meat since Monday afternoon. I know to some of you that doesn’t seem like a long time, but as someone who generally has some sort of meat at least twice a day, it’s a big feat.
But it hasn’t really been a concerted effort. In fact, it’s kind of just happened by accident.
For lunch on Monday, I had half of a turkey sandwich and a salad. When dinnertime rolled around, we didn’t really have anything in the house except for some canned vegetables. Not wanting to spend more money on restaurants, and realizing (thanks to Mint.com) that I spend way too much on side trips to the grocery store, we decided to just eat the vegetables. So dinner was spinach, Velveeta Shells and Cheese, and corn. Ian seasoned it nicely, and it was a good, filling meal. I had it again Tuesday for lunch.
Tuesday evening after work I met up with some blogger friends for a couple of drinks and, knowing I wouldn’t be back in the ‘Boro until around 9, I ordered a grilled cheese and some fruit.
Wednesday I had a personal pan cheese pizza from Pizza Hut for lunch, and for dinner I had Cheerios and some sunflower seeds (I had gotten home late again because I attended the Nashfoto meetup, and we still didn’t have anything in the house to eat. Well, that and I wasn’t very hungry).
So today at lunch a co-worker and I were deciding what we wanted to eat when I realized I have, essentially, been eating vegetarian for the last several meals. I thought, “Why stop now?” and ordered a veggies-only sandwich from Which Wich.
Philosophically, I can see myself being a vegetarian. I don’t like the thought of putting processed meat in my body, I hate the way the animals are treated that yield the meat that I eat, and according to the Eat Right for Your Type guy, I would do best on a vegetarian eating plan. The more fruits and vegetables I eat, the better I feel.
But y’all, I’m lazy, lacking willpower and in love with barbecue.
It’s just easier to eat meat. Anywhere you go: fast food places, relatives’ houses, restaurants… they always are going to have some sort of meat available.
And barbecue. Oh, the barbecue. I had never eaten barbecue until I moved to the south (hell, I didn’t even know how to spell it correctly until I started my current job and my boss schooled me on it), and now I consider myself somewhat of a connoisseur. Shit, I look forward to the Jack Daniel’s BBQ Fest almost as much as I do my birthday. And I find my birthday to be more worthy of celebration than Christmas.
And here’s the other thing: Ian is the cook in our house. Sure, I can cook, but he actually likes to cook. We have this thing where he cooks and I clean up. It seems to work out all right. But I would pretty much bet the house that Ian will NOT EVER become a vegetarian. And I can’t exactly ask him to make special vegetarian-only meals for me. And how much money and food will be wasted? It’s hard enough sometimes to use all of what we buy to make a meal for two people. Cooking for one is even worse. I know, I lived alone for six years. It sucks. You eat a lot of Mac and Cheese and frozen pizzas.
So, Internet, I ask you this: Is it doable? Can I be vegetarian? Obviously the willpower and laziness thing is up to me, but are there any tips that can help me? Can anyone point me in the direction of some sort of magical vegetarian cookbook where the meals are super simple and quick to make, use ingredients I can find at Kroger, and are fucking tasty as hell?
And how do I resist the cravings for meat? Do they ever go away? I’m not having them yet, but I’m assuming once I commit myself to vegetarianism they’re going to come at me, doing anything they can to fuck up my game.