I have so much to say that it’s all getting jumbled in my brain, but here goes…
February was a very positive month for me. Since I’m unemployed, it was much easier for me to cook all of my meals than it was for Danne and Tim. I also didn’t have as many temptations since I don’t leave the house as much, ha.
Some February events that stick out in my mind:
Vinny visited from NYC for the Shepard Fairey exhibit at the ICA. That actual event was, honestly, a little bit awkward without alcohol as a catalyst. I needed some damn soda water but even that cost $3 or something silly. BUT Saturday night, Tim/Danne/Jenny/Vinny and I ate vegan Korean food, played the $5 surprise present game, enjoyed delectible Newman-O’s with soy milk, and took turns telling stories about our lives before knowing each other. What fun! And Sunday, wow, Jenny made a vegan brunch that blew my face off.
Rick’s “going away” party at Noir was way fun, even without alcohol. Tim and I went, drank soda water all night, and made wonderful new friends (Hi Lisa!). We ate late-night falafel, talked about swans, and slept over at our new friend Doug’s house. By the way, weird sleeping arrangements always happen when I hang out with Tim or Danne. Not the two together, but when I’m just with one or the other of them.
My friend Jen was my valentine and she wanted to bring take-out to my house for dinner. The poor girl had no idea what to get for me since my diet was so limiting. She had to have a custom salad made with ingredients from a “safe” list I told her.
One day I was getting pretty stir-crazy, had been in my house for too long, and I asked Tim if he wanted to hang out since Danne was going to dinner at Grasshopper with an old friend. Long story short, we decided to dress in disguises and go to the restaurant to see if Danne would notice us. So, Tim went to iParty and bought disguises (check Facebook for photos and a video) and we actually ate at Grasshopper without poor Danne even knowing we were there the whole time. It was a ridiculous prank and I really think disguises and costumes should be used on a more regular basis. Sorry for utterly creeping you out, Danne. Would we have done this any other month? Probably. But it happened in detox February.
Sparkling water is a great placebo. I guzzled it at the bars when I went out and ended up getting really talkative, red-faced, and goofy anyway.
Homemade honey mustard salad dressing is quite yummy.
Vegan baked goods are just as good as ones with milk and eggs. Go ahead, someone try to fight me on this. I’ll make you the fluffiest, tastiest little vegan cupcakes you’ll ever eat.
Sober time with friends is incredibly rewarding. Drinking time is always fun, but let us not forget how great it is to enjoy each other’s company without the addition of alcohol.
What I missed the most was seafood, which is odd, because I don’t eat very much seafood in my every day life. Maybe my body was just saying I needed more protein? Not sure.
It’s a really good thing I didn’t go to Puerto Rico in February because I wouldn’t have been able to eat anything at all. It is also a good thing I didn’t go in April because there is so much trash there, I never would have been able to make a dent in it.
This brings me to the month of March…
I’m disappointed in myself for immediately eating/drinking worse/more than I did before February. I was in Puerto Rico from the 6th to the 14th. I ate crap, drank a fair amount, and now I feel like shit. I lost a couple pounds in February but I gained them back, and more, in PR even though we were fairly active during our stay. At the end of February, I was really thinking I never wanted to touch high fructose corn syrup ever again, I only wanted to drink occasionally, and I would still eat vegan when I had the choice. Going to Puerto Rico stomped on those plans so hard. Did I really just eat a fried empanada filled with yellow cheese? Yup. Did I really just drink four rum and cokes? Why yes, I did. So much fried food, rum, and soda. I don’t even like those things much at all. But ya know, when in Rome… Don’t get me wrong, I had a really great time. My body just hates me now.
In response to Drew and Tim’s conversation about the satisfaction of eating meat versus tofu, I would like to say I decided to be a vegetarian (pescetarian, really) six years ago because of the toll industrial farming takes on the environment. I don’t think it’s wrong to eat meat and I don’t have a problem with people eating meat around me; vegetarians who lecture meat-eaters give us a bad name. I believe everyone should eat as balanced of a diet as possible — we are omnivores, after all. But everyone is different. For me, a vegetarian diet (with occasional seafood) feels right and leaves me feeling incredibly satisfied. I grew up in a household where we rarely ate red meat or pork, and only had chicken a couple of times a week. I never cared much about meat or craved it. It’s funny because I’m one of the least picky eaters you’ll ever meet, I love food so much and will try anything, but I choose not to eat meat. I think it’s odd and unhealthy when people subsist primarily on meat, but who am I to judge really? There have been plenty of cultures that eat mostly meat and they were/are perfectly healthy, much healthier than most Americans. The problem is eating processed food (which I blogged about a while back), so yes, it would most likely be healthier for me to eat a grass-fed chicken than to eat a fake chicken patty made of soy. Have you read the ingredients on things like that? Oy.
With that said: Tim – I am really impressed by you. You had the most to give up in February and you did so well! I really respect that you are only giving yourself a few days this month to eat and drink whatever you want. I need to put some rules in place for myself again. I enjoyed the personal challenges in February and would like to make them habits. I haven’t figured out a plan, but I’ll let you all know what I decide to do.
My March challenge is to “learn Spanish” and it’s not really going so well. I brushed up on what I already knew on my vacation, but honestly almost everyone there speaks English. Even when you try to speak Spanish, they respond in English. I had to tell a woman to speak Spanish to me! Learning the language will be an on-going process because obviously learning a language in one month is a lofty ambition anyway. I really need to buy Rosetta Stone or take a class, but both of these things cost money that I don’t have.
March has transformed a bit into a sort of “say what you need to say and do what you need to do for peace of mind” month, if that makes any sense. Get things off of your chest. Bury the hatchet. Does this resonate with anyone else? I had a little epiphany at the beginning of the month. I’m a very forgiving person, but there have been a few grudges I’ve held onto. And I had this thought of, why bother? I always say, it’s so much easier to be happy and accepting than it is to be negative and hateful. So it’s time to practice what I preach, to the max! Grudges eat away at people. I don’t want to be 50 years old and still complaining about something that happened to me in my 20s. I don’t want to still be mad at someone who has “wronged” me. I don’t want to be mad about anything. Love and be loved, right? March has been good for that so far. Clearing the air.
Okay, well I think that’s everything I had to say. I’ll try to post more often so I don’t write a book every time I do post. Goals for the rest of March: get back on the healthy eating wagon, spend 6 out of 7 nights alcohol-free, and don’t give up on Spanish. And read some damn books. Geez. And sew.