I've had meat on the mind lately. I did a little backsliding around the holidays; at a friend's house for noche buena I had a ham croquette and a nibble of pork. For my birthday party I bought some Spanish chorizo and serrano ham. I've been good since then, but I have these dark, sinister thoughts about Fatburger, Korean barbecue, and Chick-Fil-A. I also wouldn't mind a nice grilled hot dog.
The weird thing is that although I crave meat, I don't feel so good when I eat it. A few bites is okay. Any more than that, and my stomach lets me know it's unhappy. I don't get sick - nothing particularly unpleasant happens. I just feel kind of blah.
Yet when I eat mostly vegetables, I feel great. And I like vegetables; I crave salads and fresh corn. Fruit is a great snack. So you'd think my body, in all it's infinite wisdom, would tell my brain to knock it off with the meat cravings. But no. The smell of bacon brings me to my knees.
My attitude towards food is always changing. I'm at the point now of eating what makes me feel good, mentally, ethically and physically. Which means mostly vegetables, occasional seafood, some cheese here and there, and a few nibbles of meat when the urge strikes.
And sweets? That's another battle . . . .
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