Hello. I’m back. I go back and forth with wanting to blog, but decided if I’m not going to work on my new novel in the morning, I should at the very least bitch about life or be sarcastic or reflect on unimportant but qualifying things instead. Something to release my tension or feed my creativity. You know… stuff like that. =)
I’m not a can’t-beat-em-join-em type of gal.
I’m a can’t-beat-em-fight-harder-or-stand-alone type of gal.
And I mean that in every sense of the word(s). But I realized today that it’s a blessing AND a curse. Sure, it’s nice when you hear people say how strong you are and that you inspire them and that they wish they could be more like you, but they don’t understand how hard it is to be me sometimes. I get lonely! I feel like an alien even around my own family at times.
Case in point: I’m a vegetarian. Sometimes I am vegan. My reasons vary, but for the most part I like to eat clean food. I feel cleaner inside when I do. When I eat meat or dairy, I feel heavy and bloated and I break out in zits in weird (dare I say hormonal) places. When I eat vegetarian or vegan (better), I feel lighter, more energetic, and my skin is clearer by far. I also came across this interesting article (among many on this topic, especially lately) and it’s DEFINITELY worth a read whatever court you’re in (meat or no meat): http://theorganiccompany.blogspot.com/2009/08/high-cost-of-cheap-food.html
Also of extreme importance to me: animal compassion. I love animals and hate the way the majority of them are treated to put food on our tables. Gone are the good ole days of hunting for your own food and providing and being thankful at the same time, all the while using every scrap of the animal before just discarding. And, there’s more: the animal lived a comfortable grazing life, not a life in a cage with abuse on a daily basis as if they had no feelings or felt any pain. Now it’s grocery store mystery meats and oh-so-processed packaged foods. I’m the weird one in the family that checks labels and looks for fewer ingredients. I’m the ONLY one around me who cares about this and that, how the animals were treated, what I’m putting in to my body on a meal-by-meal basis, whether the foods I consume have GMO ingredients or not. I care a lot. I refuse to purchase anything that’s questionable for my well being.
Then there’s my husband. He is a meat with a side of meat type guy. And animals: he doesn’t care at all. Well, that sounds harsh, I guess the truth is nobody ever really explained it to him, but you’d think people would just care on their own. Right?! Well, no, and it makes for a tough shopping trip and we often eat completely separate meals. Talk about awkward. Still trying to find the balance there after 5 years of marriage. Wish me luck! I end up cooking him a separate meal entirely (he often won’t even eat my meal as a side dish). He’s very stubborn and it causes a lot of friction since I’m SO aware. I try to explain the WHY to him, and he listens for about 10 seconds, then it’s whatever else is going on that’s more important. *sigh* Hence, the feeling like an alien in my own home sometimes.
But, I’ll keep being me. I’m a certified personal fitness trainer thriving on a plant-based diet (by the way) with the intention of taking my skills remote to coach people in diet and exercise on a weekly basis for a fee. I’ll set up a website someday. Right now I have a little facebook page on it, if you’re interested or want to talk to me about it: www.facebook.com/FITBootyGoddess
Anyhoo… I think that’s good for a first-in-a-while post. Have a great day! =.)