Earlier this month, I sent out a invitation to anyone interested in borrowing the BV pad and wrtiting a guest post. The topic: anything! I received a bunch of awesome and interesting responses which I plan to sprinkle around for the rest of the month. Today, Jonathan from “The Titan Project” discusses how food and the choices you make with your plate impact your life.
Food’s a Big Part of Life
We were sitting at a Thai restaurant off in the Sunset in San Francisco. Our bill was just a few dollars below the limit where we could use a credit card. We had to order something cheap. We ended up ordering a fried banana dessert with 2 scoops of coconut ice cream. Within a few minutes the waitress placed the plate on the table in front of us. A golden sap like substance carelessly strung around the surface of the friend banana and ice cream.
“Is that honey?” Jamie asked me.
“Yeah. . .” I replied.
“Dammit,” he said rolling his eyes to his girlfriend who was also vegan, “Enjoy man!”
“What you can’t have honey?”
“Yeah, it’s made from bees.”
I took a long look at Jamie before I brushed off the idea of bees working hard and fast to create the luscious sweet topping, and started shoving my mouth.
There aren’t a lot of things I understand about vegans. There are a lot of things I don’t understand about dieting or people’s specific needs to avoid certain foods. I won’t understand how a person who has issues with his or her weight can have a stare down with a muffin as if that one muffin will be the pivotal choice of a lifetime struggle between diabetes or a life with their children. I don’t understand that. I’d eat the muffin; no questions, no hesitation. A muffin’s a muffin. I don’t sit there and equate the calories, or find the percent or fraction of saturated fats or sodium particles. I don’t dissect my food in search for limiting experiences. That just isn’t how I look at food.
At some point I understand what a selfish self centered jerk I must be for not wondering what animals died to make a muffin.
I remember the day I was diagnosed with Hyperthyroidism. Hyperthyroid is basically some stuff isn’t working in your thyroid so it either speeds up or slows down your metabolism. I couldn’t have caffeine anymore. I also couldn’t have soy or seaweed. No more sushi. I was working at a coffee shop at the time, and I remember how people would wonder what their lives would be like without coffee. Coffee, itself, is one of the biggest beverage and food chains there is out there. People survive on coffee. And I couldn’t have it. I couldn’t have caffeine, it would accelerate my heart rate and speed up everything. I would get shivers and shake uneasily. I would get nervous talking to people. At some point, my body weight would plummet so fast, I’d have a hard time breathing. It definitely changed the game.
I was slowly and painfully realizing that not eating certain foods wasn’t just about not drinking coffee or eating sushi. It’s a lifestyle. Where everything you do ends up setting off chain reactions that I didn’t want to go off. I had to start eating more often and eating larger portions. I had to eat almost every hour. I had to invest in proteins, a lot of peanuts, meat, and dairy. I needed more and more carbs, if I didn’t I would never feel full; a lot of bread, rice, and pasta. Sugar. Sugar was my new caffeine. With an accelerated metabolism, sugar works to somewhat stabilize my brain and wake me up. What was worse, was that I used to work out everyday and now I couldn’t. I was burning off too many calories.
Food’s a big part of our lives. Not being able eat certain types of foods becomes a relatively big hit to our lifestyle. It’s commendable to know that there are people out there who’ve chosen a path for themselves to protest against eating animals because of animal cruelty. It’s commendable to know that people who’ve gone on the scale as being obese choose to take charge of their lives and do something about their health. However, it’s hard to believe that what I do is commendable. Being fatefully surprised with a disease and now having to not eat certain food and more food as to not get myself killed. It’s different when you’re allowed to choose.
Because in the end, I’d still eat the muffin.
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