Today marks the last day of my life as an omnivore.
I’m going veg for health reasons because my doctor suggested it and I agreed. At the time all food was making me ill and I welcomed the idea of only eating fruits and vegetables if it meant that horrible pain would leave me.
Since then I’ve realized I was poisoning myself with vitamins and removing my daily supplement from diet has made me almost 90% better. But I am still left with this other diagnosis that I desperately need to get a handle on and the only real solution seems to be to cut out as many additives, preservatives, and other unnatural foods from diet as I can.
In a way, I’m excited about this. Yes, it would have been much easier if I was still getting sick off food and it will be so much more difficult now that I’m able to miss meat, bread, sugar…
But I’m looking forward to getting myself together, dropping weight (hopefully), and being a better me.
I’m sitting here eating my last bran muffins and bacon– weekend staples in my household– and searching the internet for ways to cook all these new vegetables in my fridge that have never or rarely been there before and instead of nostalgia I’m finding that I’m eager to start this new lifestyle of mine.
In fact, the only reason I’m not starting today is because we’ll be having a three year old over for cake in a few hours. And I want to share that with her, more because it’s for her birthday than because I want the cake.
But instead of the muffins, the bacon, the birthday cake, I really want to grill up some corn on the George Foreman and make myself a salad.
I can only hope my enthusiasm lasts. These are good changes and I’m ready for them.


