I was probably one of the few people who read Skinny Bitch and hated it. I mean, I laughed while reading it, and actually agreed with quite a few of the nuggets of common sense hidden in itty-bitty pages, like: stop eating crap and you’ll stop looking and feeling like crap.
The thing that made it irredeemable in my eyes was its scare tactic/propaganda-esque approach. I don’t really like being cursed at and called a fat cow, and if you’re trying to convince me to make a major lifestyle overhaul I’d like a little bit of “You can do it” and “Good job, broccoli head” with my tough love. If you’re looking for a slightly nicer look at veganism, I think Veganist by Kathy Freston (who I met over the summer and is seriously stunning) is way better.
I’m not a vegan, but I really like the idea of being one. I really admire people who can live a brie-less existence and never eat real ice cream.
Since moving in with The Fella I’ve cut meat-eating out of my daily routine in an effort to respect his (almost) life-long vegetarianism. I still eat meat when we go out to restaurants, but there’s no kissy-face until my teeth are brushed, and sometimes a make out session is far more enticing than a chicken sandwich. In the changeover, I’ve been browsing my vegetarian cookbooks a lot more, and spending my grocery store wander time in front of things like Vital Wheat Gluten and Texturized Soy Protein—daring myself to bring them home and figure out what to do with them (ahem, the current list is make faux-tuna salad and homemade seitan).
I’m not the only one who is changing their eating habits in the mission to be cohabity people. The Fella has spent most of his adult life enjoying the wondrous products in the fake meat department: soy dogs, fake sausage and bacon, and tofurky—I hate that stuff. Whether it involves animals or not, I think processed, chopped and formed stuff is generally kind of gross. If I’m giving up meat, he’s going to eat a lot less phony bologna. Methinks one of our New Year’s resolutions for 2013 is going to focus on creating healthy whole foods, minus the meat (soy isolate or otherwise).
Over the summer, when The Fella and went to The Seed: Vegan Experience we saw a booth for the film Vegucated, and I remembered being interested…just not interested enough to buy it. Today, while browsing the free-streaming movie section of Amazon Prime (it’s like Netflix only Amazon) I saw that it was available. I have to say, as far as Vegan documentaries go, this one did not cast all meat-eaters as evil, and I appreciated that. Unlike just about every other vegan movie or book I’ve devoured, this one actually acknowledged right off the bat that there are people in the world that need to eat meat, that meat was a valid part of our evolution, and that veganism is a choice not a duty. The film followed three true omnivores as they learned more about veganism, health, cooking, and ideology over the course of six-weeks. One of the three ended up maintaining the change as did her two kids, one transitioned to vegetarianism, and the third ended up cutting back on animal products (which I assume is producer speak for went back to the way they ate before).
If you have streaming options on Amazon, I say check it out. Short movie, informative, and not super preachy—just how I like my documentaries.
And now for some totally non-vegan food…
Egg whites and spinach, grapefruit
Celebratory Take Out!
I sent in what is hopefully my last batch of MAJOR revisions for the book yesterday. There will probably be some more minor fixes to do, but hopefully my sleepless nights are over!
Exercise: 45-minute jog