I know that you suffer for the sake of our suppers, and I know that by becoming a vegan, I can at least stop contributing to your torture and murder…
But I just love bacon way too fucking much!
So, sorry, Piggy, it’s still bacon for me.
P.S. They say this guy loves you. Maybe you can file a complaint?
Much love (for bacon), P.P. Burger
Continue reading Dear Piggy,
This morning, it was a half-consumed bag of cheesy potato chips. This afternoon, it was a trio of dark fudge chocolate chip cookies. Now my body is feeling all the guilt of the fat and the salt and the sugar, I feel heavy and dizzy, and I feel like puking. It feels as though my body is not as young and as healthy as it appears on the outside. On the bright side, I’m thankful that my body is straining to reject the crap that I have just put into it, instead of just gleefully digesting the stuff as it used to back when I was younger. Now I’m just drinking as much water as I can in an effort to flush it all out.
(Update: Looks like the water therapy worked. I’m feeling so much better now.)
The lesson from today is: I can no longer eat all of this junk food indiscriminately. I just remembered that I have a genetic predisposition to diabetes — a fact that I often kept out of my mind as I munched through the next slice of creamy blueberry cheesecake. I’m no longer young, and I have to take care of my body if I want to preserve the youthful feeling for as long as possible.
So, I’m making a food plan. I’m planning for everything I eat, down to the smallest snack, for every weekday of the next four weeks. The rule is: If it’s not in the plan, don’t eat it. It’s that simple.
Continue reading Once again, I gave in to my cravings. Now I’m going to take control.