I think I understand why vegetarians and vegans don’t want to be anywhere near meat or cheese. They don’t really want to give it up, and the temptation might prove to be too much.
I’m not on a diet, but I am trying to lose weight by changing my eating habits for the long term. This doesn’t mean giving everything good in the world (bacon, cheese, bread, wine, steak) up, but limiting myself and watching portions and calories. Especially when last weekend I allowed myself two and a half cheat days (bachelorette) with no exercise. And since the next few weekends will also be a little more food filled than they should be, I am focused on being a saint during the week.
This means I am not as full as usual and maybe a little crankier than usual. A couple of deep breaths and I am fine(ish). There is something that make me want to shove loved ones into traffic – talking about food. More specifically other people talking about food when I have just said that I am watching what I eat. Talking about yummy dumplings and Thai chicken soup. Talking about a new Greek restaurant that we have to try. Talking about brunch (hello bacon!) when I have specifically said that I am eating salad greens for dinner.
I skipped adding a slice of pizza to my dinner tonight. So I must be getting used to my new eating habits, although I am extremely fucking cranky.
Does this mean I will be more respectful of my vegetarian/vegan friends by not discussing the joys of bacon? Probably not. But I respect their resistance to temptation a little more.
Okay, so it was day one of a one day Blue Print Cleanse. But I have never been good at being limited when it comes to food choices, and the only way I have ever liked vegetable juice is in a Bloody Mary. So I decided to try it for one day and see whether I could drink the juices without reaching for a bottle of Ketel One and a burger.
I warned my team at work ahead of time that I might be extra cranky. The sales rep who called me at noon did not get that warning.
There were obstacles along the way. The vendor lunch and learn where they brought in Shake Shack. I skipped that, but the extra fries were calling my name all afternoon. My neighbors have never cooked a thing, but they decided that today was a good day to bake something that smells delicious and flaky and buttery. And the scent was wafting into the hallway when I got home with only a bottle of cashew milk to look forward to.
The green juices weren’t as scary as I had imagined. The fruit juices and cashew milk were actually nice treats throughout the day. I was a bit surprised that I didn’t like the beet based juice as much as the green juices. I love roasted beets and borscht. Granted I love them with goat cheese and sour cream respectively.
At the end of the day there was no magic loss of inches (expected, BPC doesn’t claim weight loss) and I can’t say that I feel more energized (it was only one day and it was a work day). But I think I will do this again on a regular basis and even try adding another day or two. I may keep it to a weekend so I don’t scare any more sales reps.