Let me start out honest: my soul is not vegan. I don't have any moral problems with eating animals. I'm not going to pat myself on the back for being "cruelty-free" or eating as nature intended. I'm going to mourn the loss of a perfect filet mignon or a messy rack of ribs.
So, whytf am I doing this? Mainly for the same reason Lester wants to start running:
Now before you get to thinking that I'm a terrible, superficial excuse for a human being, there are of course all sorts of other wonderful reasons to be vegan. It's healthy! Hooray! It's good for the planet! Hooray! The fuzzy little woodland creatures get to frolick in the meadow instead of getting eaten! Hooray!
But really, for me, the motivation to get this ball rolling is to improve how I look and how I feel. I'm hoping that documenting my attempt will help keep me motivated, and maybe help any other reluctant vegans find a palatable path.
So here are the completely subjective ground rules for this experiment in meat-loving veganism:
No Fake Meat
Maybe that stuff works for long standing vegans who've forgotten what actual meat is like, but I'm still too intimately familiar with the real thing. I will not set myself up for disappointment.
Nothing Weird
My meat-and-potatoes upbringing has a knee-jerk "EWWWW!" reaction to tofu. I'm not entirely sure what tempeh is. I don't even know how to pronounce seitan. Maybe these things will change with time, but for now they're off the table.
It Must Be DELICIOUS
Sorry, kale. I know you're especially good for me. I don't care.
It Must Be SATISFYING
Sorry, salad. You're always an appetizer, never an entree.
Can it work? I have no idea! Am I completely wrong in thinking that eating vegan will auto-slim me down? It's a distinct possibility! Let's find out.
