Thursday, April 28, 2011

Scribbles and Scrambles ~ Thirty Day Vegan...Day 28

We've been talking about what our post-Vegan-trial life is going to be like.

Rob says he is absolutely convinced that the change in his diet has made a huge difference in his health and his pain level. He keeps sharing his journey with others, telling them how good he feels.

He has to meet a business acquaintance for lunch today and he's planning on how he can stick to his plan. He is also talking that fish is one thing he'd like to add back into his life. But he also said that wants us to continue to cooking as we have this month, with the occasional addition of something that may have a mother, a face or both.

I can live with that. This is a man who "needed" red meat three times a week, and chicken wasn't really meat at all in his book.

Personally, I don't think I need eggs in the house, or real butter, or real milk. We have broken past the necessity of these items. I don't miss any of them. Nor do the others in the house. Cheese, sorry, Kim, I think we can leave it alone. Not to say we won't dive into a cheese tray or succumb to a cheesy pizza every once in awhile. I can live with that.

Flexitarian means we can live our lives a huge percentage one way with an occasional splurge or dive into something different. Outside of faith and vows and primary relationships, I'm pretty sure flexitarian is something we should all strive for in life.

However, I think I'm going to miss the focus. The adventure of trying to make sure everything on the table is faceless and motherless but tastes amazing. I don't want it to end. Even blogging about it every day has been a fun challenge.

I think I've learned something about myself in this process. I love learning, and the challenge of making that knowledge work for me and my life. The past few years are coming into sharp focus as I think about my "writing" career, my day career in the medical field, my intensive period learning how to really study the Bible and how to teach from it, etc. etc. etc. Each of those growing/learning periods fed me. And each of them, when the intensive learning bursts quieted into the daily humdrum of just doing...well, contentment is nice, but spark and passion and hunger are hard to satisfy with contented sighs.

So. I guess my soul, my spirit, my spark of life within need good food, just like my body. And I'm not okay with giving in to cheap, fast, and fake there either.