For three and a half years I was a vegetarian. After getting off the anti-Candida diet using the Yeast Buster Kit I could not bare to eat meat. The diet was all meat and low starch vegetables. I wanted to die. I was done with meat. I had always wanted to go vegetarian and I was determined to do it. It would be the next step on my health odyssey in British Columbia.
All that time I tried to like legumes. I did everything to tofu to make it delicious and nothing worked. No matter what I did to brown rice, I hated it! I did not become that thin yogi I wanted to be. I had no natural glow emanating from my skin. I was not infused with vast amounts of energy. I worked really hard at getting as much protein into my diet as I could. After almost four years of all that effort I really examined just how much protein I was getting and found out it was less than half what a woman my age should get.
Being a huge animal lover, I did not know if I could go back. Back to being a meat eater. I had gotten so used to being scared when I ate out, what if there is animal product in my food? So I never ate out and controlled everything out of fear. Instead of a choice based on health, I was now dictating my diet around terror. Well no thanks!
Five years ago I went hiking in the woods of British Columbia and cried. I told Nature I was sorry, that I would have to go back to eating meat for my health. That is when a pileated woodpecker tried to crap on me! I laughed. Touche! No, Nature may not have been happy with me at first but once I went back to meat I felt better. My muscles grew a little stronger. I had more energy and felt more grounded. Recently I have started to appreciate that to get energy out of life, it takes energy from life. I do not like that reality but it is my reality, whether I approve of it or not.
I will never regret trying to be a vegetarian. It was a personal food quest I was completely committed to that came to an end. For me, food is not a religion. I do not believe in food rules. What is good for me today, may not be good for me tomorrow. There is nothing wrong with trying new things or having flexible eating practices. It is all about moderation and intuition. I try and live meatless one day a week if I can. If not, no sin has been committed.
I have no time or energy for rules anymore. My body is much wiser than I am. I listen to it. Today it is telling me a snowstorm is coming. It is time for food of comfort. Perhaps a hot chicken sandwich with mushroom gravy for dinner? And maybe if I can swing it, Baked Potato Soup on the side.
I think my body has good taste!