Toxins. And Other Bull.
Yesterday, I was sitting in a health food cafe waiting for an afternoon meeting to show up. Sitting next to me was a girl and guy. Each were eating carrots, celery…and some other things.
In classic New York form, I was listening to their conversation while pretending to read. I dunno why…it just gets dull sometimes sitting in a cafe, waiting for your appointment to show up!
So anyway, the girl was talking about her vegan lifestyle. About how even the best treated, free-range animals don’t deserve to be eaten. And about how they are full of toxins and when you eat these animals you’re bringing said toxins into your body. She also went on to discuss how when you eat an animal’s energy, you carry a piece of that creature around with you as well.
Essentially, she had a few points that made sense and had me thinking–and some that sounded rather ridiculous. More than anything, I just found her perspective interesting and after I watched FAST FOOD NATION the other day, I had been considering becoming a vegetarian again.
After my appointment, I stepped outside of the restaurant and saw the same girl with her friend sitting on a bench. They were still babbling on about being vegan (I mean, really–is there NOTHING else to talk about?) and in one hand, she had a bottle of Coke (not even diet coke) and in the other hand, she had a cigarette.
Wanna talk about bringing toxins into your body? Sheesh. The lean, organic cut of steak my dad and I had last week is way healthier than either of the items in your hands.
June 20th, 2010 at 2:58 am
*lol* I was just talking to a random stranger about this (online- she’d seen a comment I’d made about soy and high fructose corn syrup and messaged me). I understand someone choosing to become vegetarian or vegan because they can’t bear the thought of being responsible for the death of an animal. I do get that. And I do get the choice for health reasons (thought I generally think they’re wrong on that point). What I don’t get is exactly what you saw. Yeah, you can have cravings that must be obeyed, and you can fall off the bandwagon, or be taking a slow approach to the wagon, but, uh… There is a limit!
It’s funny- I’ve finally reached the point where I feel like I’m playing with poison every time I reach for pasteurized milk. I finally made the plunge to raw milk today.
Bought my first grass fed beef as well. And would you believe? I’ve lost 6 lbs since switching to butter, coconut oil, and bacon fat for cooking (not too much of that because of all the preservatives) instead of olive oil!