Being a Vegan (But not a "Vegan"): Day 1

For the next 6 weeks I will not be eating any animal products (and also following some other ridiculous strict standards). Technically, I suppose this means that I will be vegan. My concerns/notations about this experiment follow:

A. My reasons for doing this defy an intelligent sounding explanation (at least so far). However, I want to make it clear that none of my reasons involve a moral objection to eating cheese.

B. Further to Point A-- I don't really want to tell people that don't already know me well that I'm doing this. Why? Well, because I might be eating a vegan diet for the next 6 weeks but I don't want anyone to think I am a "vegan" (Who knows, maybe eating this way for 6 weeks will give me an odd religious zeal for a way of eating that I will feel the need to talk about endlessly and an urge to judge people who like a good roast beef from Arby's...)

C. Now that I've finished Day #1, I can already tell there are going to be some issues with my culinary laziness.

D. I feel I should email Chick-fil-a and apologize for the hit their bottom line is about to take. (I wonder if the drive-thru crew will miss me)

E. I'm already creating my own rules because any plan that tells me not to snack between meals has clearly never been to a place I like to call Sarah's afternoon cranky time. (Conveniently, it is right next to a Diet Dr Pepper plant)

(Incidentally, never have I ever been able to spell "convenient" correctly with no help. I'll let you appreciate the Alanis Morrisette-ish "irony" for yourself)

F. It may have been really dumb to do this during prime Halloween candy season.



(Feel free to leave angry and offended comments below as necessary)

Just Embrace It (Otherwise Known as The Beauty of Being in Your 30s)

1. I will never be able to resist cutting my own bangs and I'm done apologizing about it.

2. I am really good at starting things. Finishing them is a little more...

3. Giving people the benefit of the doubt often doesn't work out well-- but I'm still almost never sorry I did it.

4. Attracting crazy people might not be convenient but it sure beats attracting bears.

5. My innate inner joy at listening to a good accent is God given and not something I will ever mature out of

6. Sometimes ending sentences with a preposition is just what I want to do.

7. Trousers on girls with hips are stupid 99% of the time. I don't know why I wasted years trying to wear them. Give me a sundress over a nice pair of slacks any day of the week, please.

8. Yes, I own a lot of cardigans. You will not shame me out of my collection. Cardigans rock and you mocking me about owning enough to start my own Gap Outlet just reveals your own ignorance about the joys of layering.

A Post That Says Nothing

I kind of miss blogging. And I kind of don't.

I think I've somehow been sucked into the notion that making the occasional smart remark on Facebook somehow equates to writing something. And that's really rather pathetic when you think about it because the desire to take 5 seconds to do something instead of 30 minutes to do something well sums up a lot of what seems to be wrong with people these days.

I started this blog seven years ago, encouraged/harassed into it by a friend I no longer see or talk to much (if at all). It took me months and months to tell my other friends about it and even longer than that to tell my family. For some reason the thought of them reading what I wrote seemed quite terrifying. Interesting to note (at least to me) that I don't even really remember why that was. Have I become more transparent or have I just started to care less what people think?

Is that the beauty of being in your 30s? I think I may have just have a topic for my next post...