This Town Is Mine

Oh a new John Jennings CD always makes a week go down nicely. Like buttah. And the best song is a 7 minute opus ending with a 3 minute guitar solo and hence the title of my post. Like you needed to know.

Today I did the church thing (as last week I missed out due to aforementioned insomnia), then walked down the street to Central Market to partake in...Sunday Morning Gospel Singers. Yes. It was so grand to sing a long to "Wade in the Water" whilst watching people eat their eggs. The awesomeness of the spring day (yes, I know it's still winter) didn't hurt, either. No eggs for me, but no issue there. I think I've hit the vegan stride. I am actually appreciating the fact that grocery shopping is 10 times easier, most of the stuff I buy now has ingredients I can pronounce, and I feel good. I don't know how or why or if it's the food I'm eating or not, but I feel good.

In fact, I'll say it here but not in the official vegan blog (I have too many blogs)...I'm scared of not being vegan. I'm scared I'll puke when I eat beef for the first time in 3 months, scared I'll go back to nasty eating habits, scared of the increased number of food choices open to me. I think I'll remain vegan at home but not be so picky when I eat out, though I'll try and vegetarianify most things...for the most part. I made that word up.

It just seems like a good constant to have in life, to not worry about beef or chicken or e coli or salmonella or this aisle or that aisle...to have a diet that rules out so many things but does not seem like a lifestyle of deprivation. I have enough choices to make in a day, and so many things I worry about...that eating well needs to be automatic and not a struggle. It's always been a struggle. Maybe being a vegan makes it less of a one.

It's also a grand excuse for not accepting food. No one lets you go with "I'm on a diet." You get ridiculed, or over-flattered, or something. ("Oh you don't NEED to be on a diet!" Oh yes I do.) Then you end up eating a 400 calorie something. That 400 calories does me no good. It's a fact, and not the musings of a future anorexic. :) I have not taken a piece of cake or rice crispie treat at work for 3 months, all the while watching that stuff get horked down at 9 am like it was Cheerios. Sigh. I don't want to do that. Bah.