I live with my mom. I don’t particularly consider this a failure. I lived in the Virgin Islands for almost seven years, then came back. My partner of the time and I were going to get jobs and a place to live, but she lasted exactly one week here and took off. On my own, I cannot afford to live in the neighborhood I am in now, so I am staying with my mother until I either have a phenomenal job or my novel becomes an international bestseller. In the meantime, I am living with my mother and her husband and, until recently, eating exactly what they eat.
So, I was pretty nervous about telling my mother that I am a vegetarian now. It isn’t that I think she would disapprove, its just that whenever I am home, we eat together. The three of us kind of poll our resources, I contribute to the grocery bill. So, I was worried that she would think that it would be a big pain for me to suddenly be eating completely differently from the rest of the household. On the other hand, they always have at least one vegetable with every meal and generally a big salad, too, so I figured I could make it work without too much trouble.
I didn’t have to mention it for a couple of days because our schedules didn’t coincide to the point of eating dinner together, and I just ate salads or veggies, etc for a couple of days. Finally, yesterday, I was going to be home for dinner and the topic had to be addressed. Here is an exact transcription of the whole painful conversation.
Mama: I need to take some chicken out of the freezer.
Me: Only take enough for you and Tim, I’m not going to eat meat anymore.
Later that night:
Tim: Beth, do you want a piece of chicken?
Mama: No, she’s not eating meat anymore.
Wow, that was traumatic. So, I ate the same thing they did as far as the vegetable sides, I just left out the meat. I added a big green salad. I have to admit, I was really, really hungry later, but I just had some natural almond butter on a piece of spouted wheat bread and I was fine.
So, that went well, but that was actually my second step. The first step was to ask for help, which I did by emailing three incredibly gorgeous, wonderful, healthy, sexy vegan women that I know and ask them for advice. I got it. In buckets full. Lots of great advice on what to eat, what not to eat, etc.
In response to my question on whether or not I could be a vegetarian, possibly switching over to veganism, and still sustain my P90X workouts, my dear friend Amine said, “I think it’s important to point out that the author of Engine 2 is also a triathlete… and firefighter at the only all-vegan firehouse in Austin. If those boys can get enough energy from this diet to sustain *fire fighting*, you’ll have plenty for P90X.” Oh yeah. Well, there is that.
I have the Engine 2 book. I started reading it this morning. I am headed to the library today to pick up a few more books. And I have been scouring the internet looking for more resources. Trust me, there are a TON out there.
So, three easy steps to becoming a vegetarian. (I am saying vegetarian now, though I do want to become a full vegan. I am just not completely there yet.)
1. Tell your eating mates.
2. Ask for help.
3. Do your research.
This is a great place to start: