Much like everyone else, I try to make goals at the beginning of the year as a way of bettering myself. Thing is, I try to make a BUNCH of goals to see which ones stick because even if I only nail a couple, I still win.
I decided to kick the year off with a 30-day yoga challenge, courtesy of Yoga With Adriene, which will be the fourth year in a row. To add a challenge to the challenge, I decided to do it first thing in the morning before I went to work.
If you know me, you know I’m not a morning person. I’m one of those people that you better not fucking talk to or look at until you give me an hour buffer to come to reality unless you want to summon my alter ego Super Bitch. Just don’t do it.
In spite of the morning, I’ll admit, it was surprisingly nice. It gave me the silence I craved in the morning. …But that lasted a month because I crave sleep more. Now in February, I’m still doing yoga but that morning bullshit got cast to the wayside. I commend all you morning people, but for the love of God, if you’re one of them, please just give me space in the wee hours. Go talk about the sunshine and how much you love coffee to another morning person.
Another thing that I decided to try at the top of the year was veganism. I was already flirting with the idea. I was posting all kinds of vegan food on my Instagram, but this year I decided to take the plunge. No animal products. Also, apparently Veganuary was a thing people were doing, so I wasn’t alone. Still, I decided to start with being vegetarian because… cheese. It hurts me and makes me gassy, but you guys understand. It’s a toxic relationship that I can’t get away from. I have never been big on milk or ice cream for that matter, but cheese is a melty, delicious bastard.
Somehow, despite cheese, I actually moved in a vegan direction and felt pretty fantastic. I didn’t eat meat in January, but I think I may have had something with cream or cheese in it. I wanted a burger like a MOTHERFUCKER around my period. Lucky for me though, I live in a town where all the restaurants offer some kind of vegan option. Right down the street from my apartment is a place called Dick’s (ha!) that serves the Impossible Burger, cooked to perfection and served up with some Dick Sauce (oh, dick jokes…) I was more than satisfied. (zing~)
Then recently I fell short and ate chicken. It sounded so good. I even decided to go to a decent restaurant to get it. But somehow it didn’t taste nearly as good or as satisfying as I remembered. The dish had chicken and tofu and I really just wanted more tofu. And vegetables.
That’s the weird thing about not eating meat for a while. Going back to meat is a strange experience. There’s just something weird about the texture… the taste. It’s just not as palatable and makes me wonder what I missed about it in the first place. For those of you rolling your eyes and making me roll mine with your protest cry of “bacon”, seriously give it a shot. Thirty full days. No meat.
I’ll go more into surprising things about eating plant-based for my next post, but for now, I ask you, my lovely viewers, what were your goals for the year? Do you feel like you’re keeping up with them? Even a little? Let’s talk about it!