So it has been a month of people asking me about my protein intake and my bowel movements – it has been great and by great I mean that the answer to both those questions is “mind your own damn business fool”. I have encountered and felt the wrath from both the meat eaters and the cult that is known as ‘the vegan police’. The meat eaters are just harmlessly curious, but they use words like protein and blood cells as if they are doctors. Where as the TVP are scary suspicious and they use terms like “you’re not allowed that” and “you’re not a real vegan, because (insert any food) here”. There is no fury like a member of The Vegan Police scorned. Don’t mention honey.
The first month has been a transition and I have gone from Vegetarian to “vegan”, so it hasn’t been a drastic change in my life, it’s not as if I’ve gone from deep throating a bacon sarnie a day to sucking off carrots, but it has been a transition. Before I started this journey I had no idea how big my world was about to come. I have started with food, because ‘a gal’s got to eat’, but now I am learning about cosmetics and even alcohol not being ‘vegan’. Apparently you can’t be ‘vegan’ if you wear Mac Make-up, apparently you cannot be ‘vegan’ if you eat honey and apparently you can’t be ‘vegan’ if you carry a Mulberry Handbag….so I guess I am not a ‘vegan’? So what am I? Why does it matter?
So I am ‘plant-based’? Well, now I sound like a proper tosser and by tosser I mean a salad tosser baby! I won’t even mention supplements (but for those who care – B12 and a pr-biotic has been purchased).
With the seasons changing I have been getting more and more experimental when it comes to cooking and I have been pleasantly surprised by my new love of following a recipe and it’s really been a huge help when it comes to distracting my anxiety. Who knew? I have always hated following recipes, not because I think I’m brilliant at cooking or anything, but because I cannot be told what to do and apparently have to learn by many, many mistakes. It’s called a journey for a reason.
The last four weeks my bowels have made some serious noise. A real rumpus. My digestion has been challenged, I’ve blown up, I’ve had the odd tummy ache, I’ve been too hungry and I’ve been too full. Emphasis on the word ‘transition’ – it has been a real learning curve this month, just listening to my guts and trying to understand what I need and what I really don’t need. Today is no different, but I know far more than I did before about food, ingredients and my gut, so there is far less rumpus and no discomfort – I am happy to report.
Eating out has been challenging, but I have come to realise that I couldn’t have picked a better city than Brighton to be Vegan. More often than not – it has been easy to find vegan options, but where there are none it can feel quite daunting and I hate feeling like I am asking someone to accommodate me against their will. Does that make sense? I say “I hate it”, but it hasn’t stopped me from making people “remove this or bring the bread basket” has it? I should probably change my name from The depressed Vegan to The Bloody Annoying Vegan. TBH.
This leads me swiftly on to ‘junk food’ – it is really easy to just eat Vegan junk food, just like it is with a ‘normal meat’ diet. We still have options when it comes to eating ‘crap’ and just like for ‘normal folk’ it is often easier to grab the crap then make something from scratch. This is a danger zone – at least for me so I am having to do a lot of meal prep.
So there you have it – one month of being “vegan-ish” – bowels back to normal, supplements purchased, eating out kind of sorted, at war with The Vegan Police, still answering 100 questions from meat eaters and still getting asked “but WHY?”. I am yet to be carried off in an Ambulance due to being protein deficiant and I am yet to find any vegan chocolate that doesn’t taste like ass. Watch this space.
How are you getting on? Is this useful? Any questions that I will want to answer? Leave me a comment below and together we can find chocolate that doesn’t taste like coconut.