So I tried out the vegetarian thing, you know the phase where you wake up disgusted with yourself. The only culprit you can blame is the meat, that dirty scapegoat. Sure, you hear about your friends who only eat soy and greens and never cramp up. Their stamina is better and they feel more agile and flexible. Then the next time you eat meat you mentally fixate on how its slowing down your body processes. Then you start to question your whole routine. When did meat suddenly become unacceptable? Why do we eat three meals a day? Our ancestors probably only ate when they were hungry, but they ate meat. Then more than anything you feel like a self consumed Americana, unable to stop your unhealthy obsession.
So yea, I tried to be a vegetarian. Lasted only a week; I crashed during breakfast no less. Eggs without bacon is like… Christmas without Santa, the Chicken without the Egg, Forrest without Jenny. Then I thought back to Benjamin Franklin, he was a vegetarian for a short while but relished in the fact that he could choose to eat meat when he wanted. And he did, when he was tempted by a most delectable fish. Well, I was tempted by the crispest smokiest bacon ever created. And it was damn well good. I realized you eat what you eat, everyone’s body is different. Me? I happen to enjoy a good steak and I’m not going to suffer for that.
In the spirit of consistency regarding my interpellation of you all…
What do you guys think of your body’s feeling in terms of eating meat vs. vegetarianism?
Peace, Music, Love,
--Eliott
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