There are some things people fret about for days or years or months.
There are some things people are too afraid to do because of what may happen to them or what others may think of them.
There are some things people haven’t done in so long that they almost forgot what it was like.
That thing, for me, is meat.
I stopped Veganism because I knew it was fueling my disordered eating. That my decision was not based on my thoughts on animal cruelty, or even solely on health, but my unyielding fear of gaining weight. So I stopped. And ate as much dairy and eggs as my heart desired.
Then I decided to stop by Vegetarianism and eat fish because, well, I liked it. I wanted to bite into a buttery soft scallop, flake apart a delicate filet of wild salmon, or pierce a shrimp with a metal skewer and grill it until it reached perfect succulence.
During all of these transitions, meat was still lingering on my mind. I asked myself, and others, on an almost daily basis, whether or not I should eat meat again. I worried that even touching a piece of steak would cause me to balloon like Violet Beauregarde, so I refrained. And refrained.
And then I fell in love.
With a beautiful man, who sucks up food like a Hoover, and who made all of those worries go out the window. Who told me how ridiculous I was, and how much I just needed to relax and let petty things go. So I did.
And you know what? The only thing I gained was feeling better. Fuller, more alive, and with tastier food in my belly.
So, as I said when I broke free of restriction , I’m going to give my body what it wants. I love food, and by that I mean all food, whether if be roasted broccoli, chocolate cheesecake, or tangy pulled pork. So, I’m just going to eat whatever I fancy on any given day. Because, my darlings, all you can count on is today.