I fall into this weird guilt cycle when it comes to communication, which includes calling, blogging, emailing, and seeing people with whom I haven’t (insert appropriate mode of contact for each medium)ed in a long while.
I realize it’s silly, but it’s just another of my little quirks. Considering updating this page or my booze blog over the past few weeks has filled me with a creeping anxiety that’s hard to shake, even though I logically understand that WordPress isn’t going to greet me with a snarky remark upon log-in asking where I’ve been and why I’ve only just come home, and what the hell is that pink shit on my collar? Is that scotch on my breath? Some other website’s perfume?
I’m going to try to make more of an effort to keep updating, at least for the next month, if only in the name of science. Tytron and I have decided to take a 28 day vegan challenge. We need the cleanse, I need the weight loss, and Tytron’s just curious after watching Forks Over Knives to see if there will actually be a physical benefit to cutting meat from our diet.
This comes as a complete surprise to me. I wouldn’t have thought in a million years that Tytron, my adamant carnivore, my animal destroyer, would be willing to go meatless for a whole month. I told him once that being near cows fills me with warm fuzzies and makes me long for a soft-eyed bovine companion on my Imaginary Fantasy Farm, to which he answered that being in the same proximity to cattle makes him almost crazy with the thought of punching a cow in the face, taking it down with his teeth, and eating it raw. Hardcore.
Having dabbled in vegetarianism for a good chunk of years I don’t think this will be difficult for me, and though I seriously doubt a long-term, 100% vegan diet is for me, I do believe that it wouldn’t hurt either of us one tiny bit to cut our meat consumption dramatically and all but remove dairy from the daily menu.
I’m sure Tytron will want to go back to his carnivorous ways when the 28 days concludes, but I’d like to try it out for double that. I know from past experience that my body really seems to hit its stride after a month of consistent behavior, so I’m going to do my best to commit for two whole months. I think right before the holidays is a great time to try this out, because we won’t find ourselves in awkward social situations in which the refusal to try someone’s lovingly crafted cheesymeatroll will trigger a family fight. Not that I’m any stranger to awkward eating situations with my gluten allergy, but the holidays can be particularly challenging when trying to remain faithful to any restrictive diet regimen.
So, here we go. This is me trying to reconcile with my blog. Blog, I’m sorry for not writin’ on you, baby. I promise I’ll come back soon, and my words will be fraught with adventure, drinking, science, food, magic, kittens; everything you ever wanted as you waited patiently through those long, lonely months I wasn’t logging in.