Alright, alright, down with all the hullabaloo. Yes, I’m back, I’m sixteen (as of six days ago), I’m not dead and this is not an assassin writing in my place (I can almost guarantee).
Oh, right, I’m also a vegan.
You heard right. As of an hour ago (because five minutes before that I ate a piece of salmon skin) I transferred out of the omnivorous world and into the world of animal lovers, also known as the “factionless” in the carnivorous world.
Why I’ve decided to become vegan now, you ask? Well, growing up, I was surrounded by no one else but vegans and organic foodies. I’m talking co-op members, homeschooler families (including the Shapiro’s that didn’t eat their meat with their milk); even Ms. Jackie who brought vegan cupcakes to every one of my group violin lessons (I salute you, heroine). I guess I had always been immersed into the world of veganism, but never really noticed it until, like, a month ago.
As well as eating organically and primarily plant-based as a child, I was also one that didn’t know what my limits were (still not a surprise to this day). Whenever I went to my cousins’ house I ransacked their sugar and fructose-filled pantries containing so many things I had never even heard of before. Zebra cakes?! What the heck, I gotta have four of those! And as if that wasn’t enough, Aunt Millie used to spontaneously show up from Georgia and fry up three, four pots of chicken wings. Not complaining, though, they were hella good.
However, with my somewhat healthy eating habits (and my covert one a few blocks away), my body was confused as to how to process anything it consumed. So, I usually ended up throwing up. A lot. I’m lactose intolerant, and so pizza, turkey cheese-burgers and even a scoop of ice-cream make my stomach upset. As well as this, fried foods or foods saturated in oil also make my stomach upset. One could say that my body and digestive tolerance were built for a vegan/vegetarian lifestyle, but I was completely oblivious to this at the time. Listen, kids; kids can’t control cravings.
And if they say they can, they’re lying right to your face with a handful of mini powdered donuts behind their back. Not even with their fingers crossed.
But here I am today, trying low-carb veganism. It’s been working well for the last couple of days (up until an hour and five minutes ago). I’ve been eating minimally sauteéd kale and spinach (and no, it doesn’t get rid of the nutrients but in fact enhances them, particularly with these set of veggies) in a salad with sliced mangoes and a few raspberries (because everyone’s measurements are different, by “a few” I mean, five) and a sprinkle of salt, pepper and organic lemon juice, freshly squeezed. As opposed to spinach, the kale holds really well with the lemon juice, giving the salad a little ‘kick’ with every crunch.
It’s great, it’s healthy, and it’s my new best friend… as well as Gwenyth Paltrow (thanks for the kale cleanse, bt-dubs.)
But don’t worry, this isn’t all I’m eating. I’m drinking smoothies (throwback to this summer) consisting of two cups of spinach, half a cup of fruit (watch out for the carbs), half a banana and just flavoured seltzer water that’s been left out for too long and hence has lost all of its carbonation. It all tastes great, it’s pretty much low-calorie (something I’m not worried about) and provides me with a lot of the nutrients I need to go throughout the day.
Now, I know you noticed one thing is missing, especially all you secret bacon lovers out there: protein. Vegans in general usually get their protein from carbohydrates, but since I’m going low-carb, I’m getting my proteins from soy, which I’m slightly allergic to. I’m also allergic to nuts (except for peanuts, which are legumes and carry a high dosage of carbs) which are other protein-holders, so I’m kinda outta luck, here. But, I’m trying as hard as I can. There’s never an “I can’t” when referring to changing eating habits, and just because I’m eating low-carb doesn’t mean I’m going to restrict myself in every way possible. I need certain nutrients to survive, I’m highly aware of, and the last thing I’d want is to lose six pounds as well as faith in myself.
So, yes, that’s me. Or at least me for about three weeks or so. And if you’re interested in vegan recipes and such, I’ll post a couple of things, here and there. I’m about to post a vegan pumpkin pie recipe that’s low-carb, in heart of Thanksgiving.