Have you ever had a bad idea?
Have your friends ever told you that your bad idea is, in fact, a good idea?
And have you proceeded to go ahead with the good-bad idea?
Then you know exactly how I feel this week.
Let me take you back two weeks. Me and Nat were sat in Wagamama’s, (The day of the cider incident,) and we were talking about the blog we’re working on for uni. (I will link it at the bottom. Self promotion ftw.)
I had no ideas apart from Disneyland reviews, and was facing a pretty bad writers block. Nat was saying that another member of our group wanted to do a Buzzfeed style article, like ‘I tried ….. for a week.’ She then suggested going raw vegan.
Now, even as stupid and stubborn as I am, I knew I could not go raw vegan. But, a few days later, I suggested veganism to the class.
Basically the response I got was: ‘Fuck no.’ from everyone except Nat, so on Tuesday we began our Vegan diets.
It was a huge mistake. I was excited and optimistic at first, but as soon as my body lost all the nutrients it had stored, I began to suffer. I am 4 days in and can see no hope or sign of happiness in this lifestyle.
Don’t get me wrong, I know I was an idiot for going straight from a meat-loving, coffee addicted devourer of cheese, to eating nothing but vegetables. But I’m an ‘all or nothing’ type of person, and I wouldn’t have stuck to it if I’d stopped eating one thing at a time.
The weird thing is, on my 4th day, the thought of beef makes me feel sick. I think I’ll have to wean myself back onto meat, which is a literal nightmare for me. Though for some strange reason, I do fancy venison. Maybe that’s because I want to get straight to blood? Has Veganisn turned me into a vampire? Who knows?
The other interesting thing is, when I’ve told people about this experiment, the meat eaters are the ones who have been most supportive.
Whether it’s because vegetarians think they could give dairy up easily, or that I’m dramatic because I eat meat, who knows?
I just think carnivors have more sympathy. They know how much they love meat (and, in this case, dairy) and they aknowledge that this shit it hard.
But, by far, the worst response I’ve had from this entire thing was by a vegan. Which baffles me.
One of my classmates, lets call him Doris, saw me with my packet of vegan cookies and Mylk. (God knows what was in that abomination. Anything that advertises itself as ‘grassy’ should not be eaten. By anyone or anything. Even a cow would hate it.)
Doris immediately assumed I was going to diss his lifestyle, which I wasn’t. Not until he said it, and my petty, nutrition deprived brain went: ‘Okay, I will.’
I started out this experiment to find out the impact on me and my health. I never started it because I knew I would hate it and could talk about it online. Even if that’s what I’ve ended up doing.
Anyway, Doris continued to say:
‘You can’t only eat vegan cookies and replacements for milk and call yourself a vegan. That’s not vegan.’
Normally, I’m not a confrontational type of person. I will just agree with people to keep the peace. But I was ready to sharpen my spear and go into full on war with Doris.
I replied with:
‘I’m not eating meat. I’m not eating dairy/eggs. I am, by defintion, a vegan.’
To which he shook his head at me, patronisingly.
Are vegans not allowed snacks?
I would understand if he was annoyed by the fact that I’m not doing it for animals, since he preaches his beleifs at everyone, despite never even visiting a farm.
But being annoyed because I was eating cookies??
I’m aware I sound bitchy right now, but this is the first time in adulthood that I’ve treated someone with respect and in return they knocked me down. And as a general human, that is not an okay thing to do.
Why can’t people just be nice to eachother, despite their beliefs?
I think my body has mostly suffered because I not only gave up meat and dairy, but also caffiene and sugar. I hate Coffee with soy/almond milk, and I was having 3+ cups a day before. I’m going through withdrawls of everything, so I recognise that I’m probably suffering more than an average vegan does.
You can read about what I’ve eaten, and how my body and brain has hated me for it, on my university blog: (The Jist.)
The post won’t be up until I’ve finished the week (Tuesday) so you may want to give it a follow. Please. It would be nice.