Labels are for Tin Cans: Why I’m not Vegan (Per Se)

These are my confessions:

*Cue Usher Confessions video*

I remember when Usher came out with the video Confessions Part II, all of us (particularly his female fans) were wondering if these confessions were true and who these confessions were about.  Like, did he really cheat on his girlfriend and get a girl pregnant?  Is he talking about Chili (from TLC)?  Is that why they broke up?  Oh the questions…

My confession, however, is nowhere near as consequential and exciting as Usher’s, but it may be just as interesting.

Here goes: I’m not technically a “vegan.”  I really shouldn’t call myself that.  In fact, to be quite honest, I unabashedly eat meat from time to time.  I know – the shock, the horror…

Here’s the scoop.

About four years ago in 2011 I started on this vegan journey in a quest to get healthier and more acquainted with the food I was eating.  I also wanted to eat in a more ethical way – a way that reflected Biblical principles as I was taught and as I had interpreted them.

After a few years of eating like this, I was feeling pretty good about myself, but I wasn’t seeing the changes that I thought I would see.  I didn’t have boundless energy.  I didn’t lose weight.  I didn’t see any rapid change in hair length.  Moreover, I was working with a personal trainer at the time and I didn’t lose one pound.

As any health professional (and my body-building brother) will tell you, the most important component to weight loss is diet, not exercise.  So I started to take a look at my squeaky clean diet.  I saw a holistic nutritionist and a naturopathic doctor and a vegan dietician.  I also did some blood tests and got my thyroid checked (again) by my family physician and endocrinologist.

What was interesting to me was the advice that I received from the practitioners on the holistic health side.  They both advised me to eat meat (not just increase protein-sources like beans) because of my health history and body composition.  Veganism encourages the consumption of more carbohydrates to meet one’s dietary needs.  The thing is, my body was carbohydrate sensitive.

Of course I was appalled and indignant.  Meat?  Organic meats are expensive and I was still a student.  Plus, I wasn’t sure if it would make much of a difference because I’d only be eating chicken and fish on occasion, if anything (for religious reasons).  I was sure that I could continue living healthily on a vegan diet and I asked for alternatives.  They, reluctantly, complied.

Over time, however, I have started to more seriously consider their initial suggestions.  Being told to avoid gluten and unfermented soy (e.g. tofu) and having already eschewed dairy products didn’t leave me with a lot to eat by way of protein except for beans and tempeh, which started to get a little boring.  Trying to figure out what to eat each day was becoming a chore.  I also got a glimpse of my bloodwork.  My doctors would often remark that my red blood cells were irregular in size or too small.  It looked like I was showing signs of anemia or B12 deficiency.  Like I said, I went vegan to be “healthier” but I had to ask myself – what’s the use being vegan and still developing diabetes or any other disease?  Why mandate strict adherence to a label or dogma if it doesn’t work for me?

I figured that reintroducing meat was worth a try, at the very least.

Since conventional meats are typically filled with hormones and antibiotics and are not slaughtered humanely, I opted for organic meats – organic chicken breast from free range chickens raised on organic feeding.  I would only eat this on occasion, ‘cause this stuff was expensive.

I’m not gonna lie – I enjoyed the taste of meat again.  Especially oxtail.

I tried it and my weight stabilized.  Some people even said that I lost weight.  I no longer weigh myself though, so there you go.

What I’ve realized – and this is only my personal conclusion based on my own experiences and research – is that eating in moderation is what counts.  I’ve decided that the best “diet” for me is a plant-based one – not necessarily a vegan one – getting a majority of my fuel from plants and enjoying lean protein from organic sources on occasion.  Since organic meats are costly (did I mention they are expensive?), my budget has helped me in a good way – forcing me to eat meat as a treat (in essence, occasionally).  In some ways, you can still say that I’m “vegan” on most (or at least a couple) days of the week.

One of the most vexing questions I’ve faced over the past few years is not “what do I do with my life?!!” but rather “What should I eat?!!”  There are so many studies out there, many of which are conflicting.  Every day I discover that something is wrong with a food that I’ve been habitually consuming.  Wait – kale is no longer a superfood?  Agave nectar is like high fructose corn syrup?  Tofu is good?   Tofu is bad? Gluten is bad?  Gluten-free is a fad?  Coconut oil has mostly medium chain fatty acids which get metabolized differently in the liver?  Coconut oil still has long chain fatty acids which are not good for me?  What???  It’s all been so very confusing and frustrating.  I’ve found that the most practical way for me to eat is to listen to my body, eat what makes me feel good, don’t eat what doesn’t make me feel good, eat real food, forget about labels and do me.

I find that labels are unhelpful because they make people feel like they have to live within and adhere to the specifications of a category in order to be part of that group (and oh how we want desperately to belong to a group!).  The truth of the matter is people do not fit neatly and completely into categories.

For example, I wasn’t eating meat or dairy, but I ate honey, so I wasn’t technically vegan.  But, when asked, saying that I was “vegan” was easier than saying, “I don’t eat meat or dairy, but I eat honey, and I have saltfish and a piece of oxtail when I go home to my parents and I have a pair of leather boots which I owned before I decided to eat ethically.”  Labels work for tin cans because the contents in the can are static and constant.  Labelling people becomes a vexing exercise because we, unlike tin cans, are not static.  Our lives demand a certain fluidity – a fluidity not afforded by boxes and categories and labels like “vegan.”

We categorize things to understand them and learn about their attributes – what makes them different and what makes them alike, and this can be immensely helpful (especially in kindergarten).  However, this does not allow for the fluidity that is often the hallmark of a human life – or at least a way of eating.

I still think veganism is an ideal way to eat.  But it is primarily ideal if it works for you.  If it doesn’t, do something else.   Eat something else.  I know eating meat (even if it is organic and free-range on a happy farm) is still problematic, no matter what I do.  We don’t live in an ideal world.  We don’t live in Eden.  So my opinion is that we do the best we can within our means until we go to heaven and eat as God had originally intended.

I also say all this to say that you may, from time to time, see some, but only a few, recipes that are not vegan.  However, I assure you, most of the recipes on this blog will be vegan.  So don’t worry.  This blog is supposed to detail my life after oxtail.  While my byline may be a bit disingenuous, this is still very much my “life after oxtail” – whether vegan or…not so vegan.

I also wondered if this confession would make me lose followers.  Confessions do often come with risks.  But in deciding to live more authentically in a way that works for me, it’s a risk I’m willing to take.  I do hope you’ll stay, but if not, that’s okay too.

I also think we need to disabuse eating of its shaming language.  There should be no shame in eating, even if you are eating French fries (which are technically vegan, by the way).  I’ve been around some vegans (like on that cruise I did last year) who make you feel bad if you eat meat.  They have issues.  While I think eating can be a moral issue (what is killed, how it is killed, the fact that by eating it you are participating in the creature’s demise and benefitting from its slaughter, are you eating what is best for your body?  If not, is it a sin? etc.) issues of morality are personal, and therefore no one’s business but your own.

So what should you eat?  Ideally, you’d be vegan.  But if not, do what works for you. There’s no shame.  Eat in moderation.  I’m not a doctor or health professional, but like I mentioned in my post paleo vs. vegan, eating mostly plants is a good way to go.  I’ve heard good and bad stuff about soy.  I’ve read good and bad stuff about coconut oil.  I’ve read about the dangers of eating fruit in excess.  I’ve read about the perils of eating too much protein and its effects on your kidneys.  However, I’ve yet to read anything bad about eating vegetables – which seems to be the one good thing common to all of the diets out there.

So, to answer the ever pervasive question “What do I eat?”  Answer: I eat food.  I eat real food, most of it plant-based, as close to its source as possible, hopefully organic, when budget allows.  End of story.

“These are my confessions…”


WATCH | “Body Ecology” with Dr. Aviva Romm at Wanderlust’s Speakeasy · Wanderlust

This talk resonated so much with me.  Dr. Romm is/was a midwife, herbalist and physician.  She specializes in women’s health.  In this speech, Dr. Romm shares a lot of wise, helpful insight about balance, listening to our bodies, holistic health and body intelligence.

“Your body’s ability to heal is greater than anyone has permitted you to believe.” — Dr. Romm

WATCH | “Body Ecology” with Dr. Aviva Romm at Wanderlust’s Speakeasy · Wanderlust.

The YouTube link is here: https://youtu.be/Qdjw55GPsNE


What Balcony Gardening Has Taught Me

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The garden as of August 11, 2014.

As promised, I’ll share a few insights from starting my first balcony garden.  Was it worth it?  Well…

Pros of Growing a Balcony Garden

  • Potentially save on your produce grocery bill (that is, if your plants actually yield fruit)
  • No worms!  No centipedes!  No major pests like what you would deal with in a backyard (ladybugs, squirrels, groundhogs, and the like)
  • It’s relaxing and makes a nice scenery while enjoying your Sunday brunch on your balcony
  • It’s good exercise
  • It is (or at least should be) cheap to do – biggest bang for your buck
  • Being able to run out to your balcony, snip off whatever you need (green onion, rosemary, thyme or tomato) and immediately incorporate it into whatever it is you are making in the kitchen.  It’s like having a produce section steps away from your kitchen.

 

Cons of Growing a Balcony Garden

  • You must buy your own soil because you do not have any earth (you don’t realize how much you take free soil in the earth for granted until you want to start your own garden on your balcony)
  • Lack of sunlight (but some plants still thrive in such conditions)
  • Lack of pollination (you won’t get a lot of bees, so you may have to pollinate your zucchini and squash flowers by yourself)
  • Lack of natural hydration (the rain does catch the plants, so you have to be particularly vigilant about watering)
  • Pigeons (and their poo)

A word on pigeons: Would you believe that I’ve lived here for years and never saw a pigeon on my balcony and the one time that I decide to use my balcony and plant something, pigeons wanna swarm my balcony and use it as a restroom?  Dem facety heh? (They are rude right?).  After reading up on what to do online, I tied old CDs with string to stakes and I went back to my hotspot – Dollarama – and purchased a fake owl.  It worked for a while, and I did rotate the owl from place to place, but I think the pigeons have caught on.  One day I was in my living room and I heard cooing and I was like, “Say word the pigeon is back on my balcony.”  Usually it was just one pigeon, but now he’s brought a friend.   While I can totally relate to the desire of wanting a comfortable place to go poo, must they do it beside my tomatoes?  Like really.  I can imagine the dialogue:  “Hey!  I know a good place where we can poo beside tomato plants.  Come.  I’ll show you.”  I’ve just resigned myself to shooing them away and re-arranging the fake owl ever so often.  I haven’t spotted any more poo for a while now (*knock on wood*), but they still like to visit my garden paradise.  These birds are brave.

Welp, it’s September.  That means that it’s almost harvest time and some of my plants, despite my numerous attempts of care and showering them with love and attention, have failed to produce fruit.  Of all of the seeds that I planted, this year I will be getting two short, deformed carrots and maybe 10 – 15 tomatoes (though they are kinda small in size).  No zucchini, no cucumber, no cherry tomatoes, no butternut squash, no spinach, no bell peppers…yeah.  The herbs are still doing well though.  Next time (if there is a next time) I will stick to growing herbs and tomatoes and replanting green onion.  Just herbs and tomatoes and green onion.

Hodgepodge (Vegan Cruise, Food, clothes) 334

Before…

 

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After (before the mint died and resurrected itself).

Do I have a green thumb?  I guess not.  This experience, however, has taught me a lot about myself and my God.  How so?  I’ll explain more in my next post.

I’d be interested to know — what have you learned from your gardening adventures?