This is no longer the question in my household.
My whole life I have eaten my fair share of meat, sizeable carb loads, and a small portion of green leafy stuff on the side for good measure. It’s always been embedded in my mind that meat protein is key to any healthy lifestyle.
Then 3 weeks ago it changed……
My husband came to me and brought up a podcast that he had listened to , which turned into a book he wanted to read, and then ultimately transitioned into a lifestyle he wanted to try. Two words were proposed to me.
Like any other meat-eater out there my initial reaction was a snarky look followed by a slight chuckle. How in the world could I go without meat ? Did he want to stop breathing too? Once I realized he was serious I sat down and humored the idea of a strictly plant-based diet.
After a long discussion of the benefits and numerous documentaries that we binge watched on Netflix we decided to dive right in that Monday morning (because every new diet starts on Monday, right?)
Now I’m not one for sugar-coating anything , unless it’s some sort of warm gooey dessert, so I wont start now. The first week was an absolute rollercoaster for me. The hangry-ness and constant cravings were unreal! I wanted more salt and I wanted it bad. I tried to be reasonable and give the process the benefit of the doubt , so I chalked some of it up to being 34 weeks pregnant. I was moody and very skeptical because who wants to eat boring salad 24/7. My mind had already decided this was not going to work, but I stuck it out to support my husband for another week. I thought maybe this is the worst of the withdrawl… it HAS to get better.
By the second week I was ready to throw in the towel, take the easy route, and run through the drive-thru for a hamburger just because I could. I thought of every excuse to bring to my husband…” I’m pregnant. I need protein for the baby. What if she comes out with a lack of meat mutation ? ” (I didn’t say they were rational ).
That same day while trying to get creative with yet another salad, I noticed something. I didn’t have any heartburn. Come to think of it, I hadn’t reach for Tums for the past 3 days.
I quickly started analyzing my everyday annoyances of pregnancy that changed over the last 2 weeks. My feet and ankles, which were usually puffed up like the marshmallow man, were not even the slightest swollen. My energy level was up , at least as much as it could be chasing a toddler around all day, and I could finally taste my food. Adding tons of salt and sugar had been a huge wall blocking my taste buds. It kept me from appreciating the flavor of a raw almond or the tartness of a Granny Smith apple. Maybe, plant-based isn’t so bad. Maybe, I could try this a litte bit longer.
Fast forward to now, 3 weeks in, sharing my journey and gathering new recipes to change my once salty meat loving palate into a pure palate.
Let’s see where it goes.