I first became a vegan around five years ago. My Dad, who was a vegan for a while treated to us to a viewing of gruesome documentaries about the effects of eating animals on the body and the treatment of the animals themselves due to factory farming. From that evening on I went cold turkey (without the turkey) and never ate a piece of meat again.
After experiencing the changes in my body after the changing of my diet, I went on the crusade to change the mind of as many of my family and friends as I could. I told them of the ‘horrors’ of what they were about to put in their mouths and how much they were wrecking their health. The varying reactions of defensiveness, polite interest (eyes glazing over) to outward ridicule have since mellowed me out a lot more.
As an information machine, I devoured all the information and theories on what was the right way to eat, the things that harmed me, what supplements were better etc. After a while I crashed. I became tired. There was a point that I couldn’t follow everything, there wasn’t enough hours in the day. Some of the information was conflicting and it was getting expensive (As you all know, the less ingredients something has, the more expensive it is, wth)
During the week we would cook, wholesome healthy meals and at the weekend we would go out with friends and inevitably end up with a large piece of that birthday cake that you couldn’t refuse because it was bad luck. Afterwards we would get home as quickly as we could and make a large ginger tea with a few ‘Hail Mary’s on the side to cleanse away all the ‘Evilness’ that we had just consumed.
Now I am happy to say that I have regained some balance. I accept things that ring true for me and feels right, the rest I leave. I have also stopped telling people what to do, unless they ask me first, you’ll be pleased to know.
Have you noticed that when you see someone celebrating their 100 birthday, you are just as likely to hear that their secret to a long life is a tipple of whisky and a cigarette each day as you are that they were vegetarian all their lives?
I follow, on Facebook, a raw chef, whose recipes are so good that you wouldn’t miss meat. A respected herbalist who states that the body wasn’t designed to eat raw food. A health blogger that says that you shouldn’t eat too much fruit because of the sugar content and a woman who eats only fruit and looks fabulous on her 40 banana a day diet.
Conclusion. I think longevity and quality of living is all about loving life and following your own path. Having something that can be ‘bad for you’ is better than being miserable without it and if you do have it, to relish it, not one trace of guilt or stress as that will probably kill you quicker than that bacon sandwich.
If you want to improve yourself because you are not happy with something, go on a search, find out all you need to know and follow who you need to follow. Take away the things that resonate with you, leave the stuff you don’t and don’t worry about attaining perfection. It is too damn hard, not as much fun as it seems and I don’t think you will live any longer for it.
Button babies. What do you think? Can you get too much of a good thing? Am I wrong and perfection is what we should all be striving for.
Let me know below.