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Sunday, October 11, 2009

bad choices #1 and 2 @ 8:03 PM

PLD #1.-Convincing myself that I have the gumption to write a daily blog. 


I assumed this would be plausible, but I am clearly failing miserably at this. I will try to do better, I will. It's just that life is so.....hectic. Sometimes even if I have the time to blog I totally forget that I have a blog because I'm so focused on my other responsibilities, sleeping, etc.

I really am going to try to do better though. I think I'm going to set a reminder so I don't forget.


PLD #2.-Eating Meat.

I have been a vegetarian for 12 years. For two of those years, I ate a primarily vegan diet, but found myself struggling to be a healthy vegan without eating processed foods. Plus, I'm a local foods girl...and it was hard to find good vegan food that stemmed from rural Vermont. For the past few months my boyfriend Tanner and I have been living together, and he is a meat eater. I didn't realize how MUCH of a meat eater until a few weeks ago when we moved in with his parents (speaking of PLDs....that's a story for another time). They eat meat with every meal, which isn't necessarily a bad thing-they eat realistic proportions, and always have side dishes with plenty of the other happy food groups. I just don't eat meat, so it was new to me.

When Tanner and I moved in together, I started considering making amendments to my diet for a lot of reasons. For starters, I was BORN anemic. My low iron intake due to my vegetarianism wasn't helping that, and it also wasn't conducive to my outdoor lifestyle. It's hard to climb mountains and shred gnar when you're woozy because your iron count is low. In addition, I love him, and I didn't think it was fair to ask him to make ALL of the dietary changes. He was willing to, but I didn't think it was right. 

So, I decided to eat fish. I am not one of those vegetarians that will try to state that fish doesn't count, because it DOES, but I felt that it was better to eat a little bit of Salmon (lucky me, being back in Oregon, I can have LOCAL Salmon) every once in a while, than to pass out on a backpacking trip because my blood was so thin. 

Little did I know just HOW MUCH fish I would be eating. Because Tanner's mom is a fantastic cook, and she loves to feed us...she wants me to be able to eat the full meal, and has been making a lot of fish. My little digestive system is overloaded. I'm horribly gassy and pooping my brains out, and I know it's because of all the fish. 

The moral of the story is this: I was a strict vegetarian for a good reason, I should cut back on fish, and I haven't been writing because I've been on the toilet.

See you soon.


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