Trying Vegan

Sorry for not being politically correct.
I tried going vegan and hated every minute.
Naturally, if I had a private chef and was able to eat gluten, things might have been different.

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(from “Boo-tleg” in The Simpsons’ Treehouse of Horror, by Ben Jones, 2009)

As an ex-vegeterian, I have more than welcomed the idea of going vegan.

My eldest son brought it up after a few months of ongoing activity in the subject. So I dived into it, not realizing the ultimate folly of it.

I refer to vegan products. I have been on a raw food diet for a couple of months, which made vegan diet heaven on earth in comparison since I could cook, bake and buy ready made food.
Well, at least that’s what I thought. What I didn’t know was that I needed to have a 28 hours day, since 24 hours wouldn’t do.
You need to put about 4 hours of slaving in the kitchen everyday.

Sorry for not being politically correct.
I tried going vegan and hated every minute.
Naturally, if I had a private chef and was able to eat gluten, things might have been different.

Well, my son wanted to try it for 2 months for supporting a better world. I could hardly last a week but nevertheless and for the same reason I stuck with him and joined in. I also bought a state of the art blender for him since he hardly ate anything so those shakes were lifesavers.

He lost about 20 pounds during those 2 months, turned yellow due to iron deficit and lost a lot of his mussle mass (he is an athlete) his famous strength and all his good cheer. I was really worried about him. Even his teachers in highschool have noticed he looked weak and ill and very pale.

Lucky for him, he had decided not to turn it into a habit but nevertheless to keep raising awareness of the subject (I even tried importing a few vegan foods. It failed due to our strict regulation).

One of the things that brought him to end it was the fact that vegan food that was not raw was heavilly processed and contained very unhealthy ingredients.

It is quite a folly to fuss over animal’s health and in the same time leave yours out of the equation.

Also we don’t have a maid/butler that could take care of it, I couldn’t take it anymore and he didn’t have time for it (He was either studing or training or coaching everyday from 8 am to either 8 pm or 10 pm and I had a businness to run).

I thought it was all about being better people and eating healthy food but health had nothing to do with it.

Vegans would eat anything that is vegan, no matter how processed and bad for your health it may be.

They’re so frustrated of not having anything decent to eat, they go violent with they’re hatred for us, carnivors.

No wonder about that. I was even more cranky. I couldn’t have gluten as well. And since I worked hard to gain every pound that I had at that time, I broke after a month since I too lost weight and felt bad since it wasn’t food you want to devour (its an understatement).

If you don’t fry food than most of the foods are unedible and you just eat to survive. Well, sorry, but it isn’t for me. As skinny as I am, I like my food tasty. Not just bearable.

And I couldn’t take the endless hours in the kitchen, since although you can sometimes make some tasty stuff, you will never feel like the way you feel after eating good oldfashioned food. Even eggs. Neither the flavour nor the texture remotely resemble real food.

Oh, and don’t get me talking about the texture. The horror! Anything you try to make crumbles. Tons of food goes to the trash can since even a dog wouldn’t touch it. Nor a cat (Tried to feed both). So how do you expect people to eat it?

And last but not least, my son was just the classic vegan: How can you tell if a person is vegan? You don’t need to. He will tell you himself. 24/7.

On the inside I am skinny

For the old fat me…years ago. Being fat for only a couple of years left me aware of it forever.

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For the old fat me…years ago. Being fat for only a couple of years left me aware of it forever. Iam still working on it :).

Chubby thighs,
love handles, too,
Tell you lies
All through and through.

Can not hide it,
Can’t wear mini,
But on the inside
I am skinny!

Habit No.1: Breathing

Breathing is the first thing you did when you came into this world.

Over the years you got accustomed to shallow breathing. Only enough for you to survive. But you need much more than that. Both for your body and your soul.

You will want to acquire the habit of breathing through your nose, to begin with. If you were not breathing this way till now, make an effort to be aware of it. It will be odd at the beginning, but later on it will become instinctive and it will be a part of you. You will feel better and sleep better and be healthier.

The second breathing habit you will want to acquire will be the one that relieves you from tension and fear. This tiny, easy, simple habit will literally change your emotional life and turn you into a calmer and hence a stronger person.

All you need to do is breath in normally, inhaling as you always do, not deeply. Then you exhale real slow, while making the sound “ffffffff” or “ssssss” or “sh sh sh” through almost closed relaxed lips, patiently letting air out gently and slowly till all the air is out. You do this for only one minute, three times. You do it in the morning and in the evening, in a quiet room with no distractions.

You can also do it before you fall asleep. It will relax you, move your attention away of stressful thought and help you fall asleep faster Then you do it every time you feel overwhelmed, anxious or exited, even in public.

No one can tell that you do it if you do it lightly.So it can assist you in stressful events.

Later do it for two minutes each time. It relaxes your body, slows down your pulse and raises your hands temperature a bit. You will start feeling in control. It feels great. Then start the habit of deeper breathing. I will write about it later.

Please share this article if you like it and let me know how it affected you and whether I can help you further.

Habit No.2: Drinking

Yes. Drinking.
No. Not alcohol. WATER.
Drink cool fresh water.
A cup per hour. Or eight cups a day.
More if you are straining or outdoors in a hot weather.

Learn to savour the moment. Enjoy each sip. Imagine you are in the desert and just found a magic fountain.
Or just force yourself to. Darn it!

Well, now seriously. Most of our body is made of water. Just take a mental note of that. Athletes take water very seriously. They drink a lot in the days before a contest. They know well of the way it affects their peak performance.

Water drinking, if done properly, reduces your chance to suffer from a stroke substantially.

It also helps digestion, provided you do not drink while eating, since it dilutes the acids that digest your food.

It keeps your colon, your kidneys and your blood density in a better shape and prevents many health problems.
And the best part is it is easy and accessible.
So start drinking!

And remember that alcohol, caffein and tea deprive you of fluids. So drink a cup of water any time you can.
Do not drink excessively, since you do not want to dilute your blood too much.

You need about 8 cups of water a day. And coffee tea and sodas are not taken into consideration.

Put a glass of water at your bedside (or a bottle). Drink 2 cups of water as you wake. Add some hot water if the weather is cold, to make it easier to drink as you wake.

And the bonus is (among other things) it will help you to lose weight (if you need to) and make your skin more radiant.

So be there for yourself. Drink water!

I miss my mom. That’s how this blog started.

“You’re not fooling me with that blush you put on your cheeks.  I know you’re still pale. Come eat something.”

Well, wouldn’t you be happy to have a mother telling you that just one last time?

I envy you, who’s mother’s alive and well. A day after my mom left for the hereinafter, on the damned October of 2004 eight years after my dad has, I forced myself to eat two soft-boiled eggs  to please her. Now she can a l w a y s see me. Like in that Woody Allen film, with his mom in the sky, nagging him everywhere he went.

She had always made me two of the most delicious eggs every morning, emptying them into a lovely old-fashioned porcelain British tea-cup, with some melted butter and a pinch of salt.

I still wonder, how the heck, in the coldest of winter dawns, she managed to serve them hot and nice. I tried that just once on the autumn of 2004, and they got cold in an instant.
Never tried again.

As much as I love cooking and even won a Skippy peanut butter cooking contest that proved my children don’t flatter me in vain, I have failed this one simple memory recreating task in a rather disgraceful manner.
So I lost my appetite for about a year, not to mention my sleep, my clients, and my famous good cheer.
If it weren’t for my children, I would have never gotten out of bed or wear makeup.

So, a year and 26 pound (less) later, I tried gaining some weight back to keep my old 26 size pants from falling of.
Nothing helped.

I managed gaining a pound a month for a while, and went back to old Gloomland. It was nice and cosy and I knew the drill.

No sleep at night. No appetite at day. Much work at home. Lots of car pooling in the afternoons. Lots of questionnaires to check how depressed I am and what to eat and take in order to be at least a shadow of my old self.
Later on, eating junk food (mainly bread and pastries) didn’t get me any pounds. And as to add insult to an injury, I had the irritable bowl syndrome. That had brought my sometimes successful efforts to gain weight ( and health) to an end.

Six years and a cardiac event later, When I was certain I was soon to join my mom, I found out I had Celiac. So my body didn’t get to absorb any of the foods and food supplements I devoured. My body’s various systems where deteriorating severely.

A month after eating gluten-free food and endless supplements, I gained about eight blissful pounds and my good cheer.

A year and 24 pounds later, I was back to my 26 size pants, and my heart was beating regularly 24 hours a day. So no wonder I never wanted to indulge in a stressful occupation again. I just wanted to live.

So now, a couple of years later, all I want is to give whoever needs it some motherly advice. Just be here for you that feel lost and need to share his or her sorrows, trouble, indecision and hopefully joys and good fortune, too. Just be there. Like a good loving purehearted Mom.

And hopefully, others will join in to give a helping hand to those who need it, so we can create a supportive community for those who need some motherly advice.

So if you don’t have a mother or can’t get some motherly advice from her, I will happily lend you mine. Of course, I am not a professional therapist of any kind. So this is not consultation of a professional nature of any kind whatsoever.

But I’m here for you. So start posting.
You can also contact me by mail/Facebook/this blog.

I’m here to give you unconditional non-judgemental motherly support and advice.