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Garden: Why?

July 18th, 2009

We’re in the middle of a deck overhaul at our apartment.  We currently have a ~450 square foot deck with a lot of built in furniture and plantboxes which we just finished tearing out due to extensive dry rot.  The new replacements boxes are being installed and this has coincided beautifully with my new passion to plant.  I talked with my landlord today and he’s agreed that, a few major plant sites aside, we are free to use the plant boxes for anything we like.  So I have the run of several spacious planter boxes – well, spacious for a city apartment anyway. I’m so excited!

As you know, I never do anything without first reading a book on it.  Yesterday I picked up this book: Fresh Food From Small Spaces: The square inch gardener’s guide to year round growing, fermenting and sprouting.  It’s intended for people in cities who live in apartments, and though I don’t know about the fermenting bit (sounds icky), the rest sounds perfect.

It’s late in the year for planting anything other than lettuces, radishes, and overwinter plants (I have no idea what that means yet) but I’m not letting that stop me.  Lettuces we shall have!  And maybe I can rustle up some mature plants to introduce to my patch now – I was thinking herbs might be good for this.  Do vegetable plants survive transplanting when they are in the middle of, er, producing?  Can you even buy such a thing?

It’s going to be a blast learning about how to make a garden.  And I am feeling very lucky that I live on the sunny side of the building with a big deck with landlord financed planter boxes.  Whee!

JBrydle asked what brought this all on.  Really it’s been a five year or so process, though the tipping point was watching the movie Food Inc. earlier this week.  When I lived in Halifax I got interested in the food industry and started reading books, particularly those by Marion Nestle, about how the food industry works.  I won’t reproduce her arguments here, but basically the idea is that “big food” acts to prevent regulatory oversight that is necessary for disease and death prevention, while unduly influencing consumers away from healthful choices. Other books I was influenced by were Eric Schlosser’s Fast Food Nation and more recently Raj Patel’s Stuffed and Starved.  So I already had some notion of the evils of mass food production as it is currently practiced, yet I never made a move away from that industry.  It wasn’t something I dwelled much on – I never became interested in trying to source local food or avoiding highly processed stuff.  I shopped exclusively at Safeway.  It was just easier I suppose.

And then I watched Food Inc.  As I wrote about earlier, it was hard to watch the animal scenes, and in the midst of feeling grief and anger at the thoughtless treatment of feeling creatures… the rest of the movie happened, and I realized my outrage at factory animal “processing” is no different than outrage and grief at the abuse of impoverished workers,  manipulation and exploitation of farmers at the hands of major buying cartels, and environmental devastation as a result of intensive farming practices.  If I could make a change with veganism, why not with those other things?  Most of that movie was not new information to me, but somehow I had never felt as deeply moved by those issues before.

Become a vegetarian was a huge change in my life and I think it’s made me more comfortable with change, and has also given me a sense of agency and power in the world that I didn’t have before.  I used to eat the way my parents and fellow white Canadians eat, mindlessly.  Then one day I realized I needed to opt out of a system I saw as inexcusably cruel – and while some people say my refusal to eat meat changes nothing, I don’t see it that way.  Not only is there about four hundred pounds of meat no longer being demanded in the market, and a voice spreading the message of compassion and health – but there was a big change inside me.  For the first time I realized I didn’t have to just do what everyone else does simply because it’s what everyone else does.  I can be an active moral agent and make choices, even unpopular ones, that I come to on my own, through my own process of inquiry and self exploration.  I don’t really know how to explain how empowering that has been for me.

And now that I know I can do things like that, I am much more ready to make further “radical” changes for similar reasons.  I don’t want my food to come to me after thousands of miles of fossil fuel burning transport.  I don’t want to have cheap fruit that requires abused immigrant workers to harvest.  I don’t want to encourage Monsanto to make more pesticides that require farmers to use only Monsanto patented seeds (illegal to save season to season) to survive them.   Whereas I do want to encourage small scale farming outfits that retain diversity in the crops.   I want to grow my own produce that supplements my groceries so I spend less, and connect to the earth more.

So, while I know nothing about gardening or living more sustainably, I am excited to learn how and start making changes.  I’ll never be perfect, but I could do much better than I currently do.  It feels right to me.

Growing Up & The GG

May 28th, 2009

I saw this somwhere recently and I love it:

“When vegetarians grow up they become vegans.”

It’s so true.  All the arguments for vegetarianism apply to dairy and eggs also, particularly from the factory system.  I don’t think ovo-lacto vegetarianism is philosophically coherent.  It  beats meat eating but it’s not quite finished, you know?  And most vegans started at vegetarians who eventually came to realize they were still supporting cruelty and even meat eating (veal calfs are a byproduct of the dairy industry).

Speaking of incoherent philosophy, everyone needs to lay off the governor general.  Yes she ate some seal heart. So what?  You probably ate some cow/pig/chicken recently.  Guess what?  Those animals live way shittier lives than seals, even baby seals clubbed and skinned alive.  You should see what happens to animals in the factory farming system.  Eating some seal is no worse than eating a cow or wearing fur or any of those things that most folks do without batting an eye.  The hypocrisy of this just kills me.

Anyway, I like that line.

In Which I Embrace Tofu, At Last

July 8th, 2008

I have crossed the penultimate vegetarian frontier: I like tofu.  It’s been a slow process to say the least; two years in I finally order tofu dishes at vegetarian restaurants.  (The final frontier, of course, is tempeh, which is a soy product that is fermented and… yeah.  I haven’t even tried this one.)  It has been a textural issue for me.  Tofu doesn’t taste like much on its own, but somehow manages to have a commanding presence in a dish due to its obnoxiously obvious tofuness.  It can be sort of squishy, you know?  And pasty, a bit.  Well, now I’m digging the tofuness.

Last night Husband and I checked out a vegan restaurant on the west side.  As much as I wanted to love the place, I just kind of didn’t.  The first thing we got was smoothies, and there’s no way around it, I make better ones.  You have to include ice for coldness and crispness, otherwise the drink just feels slimy.  Apparently no one told the restaurant however, because theirs was just fruit and no crisp.  What is life without crispness?

The next thing I got was a red coconut curry bowl, and while the veggies and tofu were grilled very well, the sauce was sort of bland.  I make a wicked red curry that just bursts with flavour and deliciousness, and which totally outdoes the unremarkable one at the restaurant.  It is surprising and frustrating to find my home cooking superior to the stuff we bought because what are we supposed to do now when we want a treat?  Shove me into the kitchen, apparently!  :)

Anyway, the experience reinvigorated me to do some cooking this week.  Tonight for dinner we will be having beef-less beef noodle soup (pho) that I will make using faux beef broth simmered with the traditional pho broth ingredients (anise, cinnamon, cloves, ginger, sugar, onion…). Served of course with bean sprouts, basil, green onions, hoisin, and hot chili paste sauce.  I’ll use thin sliced mushrooms in place of the usual rare beef.  Tomorrow I’ll make a simple lentil soup to devour with crusty rolls and a nice salad.  Thursday will be a smoky chipotle corn and black bean stewlike affair, and finally, on Friday we’ll have chickpea ratatouille.  Lunches will be leftovers, though I kick off today’s lunch with my basil spaghetti.

All I eat for breakfast is toast.  A person can only hand so much amazing food in a single day.

Gargantua: Post of Doom, or, Why I Don’t Judge The Meaties

May 29th, 2008

I apologize in advance for the length of this post. (Poop reference excised for Husband’s comfort.) I make a gagillion points (you decide if they’re valid or not), and I can’t promise anything about their organization. All I will say is please, when you comment, make sure you aren’t commenting about something that is already addressed in the post. I get that some times and it really bugs me. I put in the time to write this, please make sure you read it before taking me to task. Of course, if you don’t want to comment or want to just say something like “Lollipops!” then I totally don’t care if you read or skim or light your laptop on fire. Just please don’t make me point you from your comment back to the original text, that’s rude. :)

On to business. How on earth can I say I’m not judgmental of meat eaters, that pack of jackasses? Juuuuuust kidding! I’d like to take this moment to remind you all that I was raised on the traditional western diet, ate meat and potatoes for dinner for most of my almost thirty years, and still swoon at the smell of bacon. If anyone should be characterized as jackasses it’s the militant vegetarians/vegans. They even piss me off. Also: to shorten things, I’m going to call meat eaters “meaties.” It sounds cute and kind of funny, no? And since I get a label (vegan), you should get one too.

Here is the cheater answer, which is nonetheless true: I say I’m not judgmental because, simply put, I’m not. I’m the one in this skin and this brain and you’re just going to have to take my word for it when I say I simply do not feel anything approaching contempt, superiority, or other synonyms for judgmentalism. The feeling is just absent, end of story.

But that’s not very satisfactory I suppose. It’s entirely lacking in explanation; there’s a what but no why. To be honest, I don’t know how much value there is in coming up with whys – they are by definition presented post hoc and in my opinion are usually rationalizations rather than true explanations of causality. We just don’t have that kind of insight into our mental processes – cognitive psychology has shown us how bad we are at thinking, and explaining our thinking. We are laughably easy to trick and we do it to ourselves constantly. And one of our talents is coming up with reasons for things which are totally rationalizations – many experiments prove this. But having said all that, I still consider it good mental work to explore one’s reasons for choices, because even if they’re post hoc, it helps to have a story. And it can be useful to people thinking about the problem from a logical point of view, which can be how we change our minds.

So why am I not judgmental? I think the biggest and probably truest reason is empathy. I remember very well what it was like to be a meat eater. I had no malice towards my dinner. I was an animal lover who cooed over kittens and piglets. And I was able to engage in a sort of perfectly understandable mental sleight of hand wherein my conception of chicken as dinner was entirely divorced from my conception of chicken as a formerly living creature. This is understandable because it was how I was raised and is a cultural norm. It is also psychologically useful in that it allowed me to maintain a broad range of nutritional options without undue mental conflict and guilt – and this relates to evolutionary utility also, I would guess.

Another reason is that, as I have said before, vegetarianism is something of a farce. Even as a strict vegan who tries to buy personal grooming and household cleaning products that are animal free, I do things every day that negatively impact the lives of animals. Animals are in everything, their parts are used in all kinds of manufacturing that I support with my dollars, they are forced out of habitats that I live in or drive on or buy products from, they suffer from my chemical waste in their waters, and on and on and on. Choosing to not eat meat is a very direct way to avoid harm, but it doesn’t eliminate all or even most of the harm. Who’s to say that my veganism results in greater net good for animals than the actions of a meatie who lives a rural lifestyle and grows their own foodstuffs? I can’t prove that. Given the reality of this state of affairs, it’s hard to feel superior to a meat eater simply because they eat what I won’t.

Also, I am not hard on the meaties because I think they believe, at least in relation to their eating habits, that they aren’t doing anything wrong. I doubt there is any in depth thought about their eating at all – they just eat what they were raised on, without any trouble, because, hey, isn’t this what everybody eats? It’s normal. I get that. I used to be that. And I have a lot of empathy for that. It’s hard to get all judgmental on people you feel you have an emotional, empathetic connection to, whose actions you understand.

Related to this is the idea of a plurality of values. It’s not for me to say what other people do (i.e., what they eat). Animal rights is one value; freedom of choice and autonomy of individuals is another. I value humans above animals and think the right of people to choose to eat meat trumps the rights of animals to not be eaten. This is hard to justify, and the best explanation that matches my belief that I’ve read is in Douglas Hofstadters’s book “I am a Strange Loop,” wherein he discusses a concept he calls Hunekers. In short, a Huneker is a measure of your relative value and worth. A cat has more Hunekers than a fly, a human has more Hunekers than a cat. You can check out the book for more detail but basically, it’s related to sentience and cognition and other very subjective measures of a thing’s intrinsic value. This probably isn’t possible to justify in a strictly logical-proof sort of way, but lucky me, I’m a person and not a logic machine, so I can hold this belief nonetheless.

Which brings me to another point: no one is a logic machine. This is why most explanations are little more than rationalizations. We try to make sense of the world but in fact most of our beliefs and behaviours defy logic. It’s just the way we’re built, and it has evolutionary value which I won’t go into here. Just keep in mind that people are not machines. They certainly are not logical, and their decisions are overwhelmingly not based on a logic-algorithm. They constantly act against their beliefs and best intentions (think of overeaters, homo-haters who are closeted gays, women who pick abusive boyfriends, etc.). This is because in addition to our logical faculties, we come packaged with a bunch of hard wired instinctual responses, and a big suite of emotional programs that nearly always override the logic part of us. We need to always keep in mind the difference between how people should think/feel/behave and how they actually do.

But still, isn’t logic fun? Let’s engage with it, shall we? Simply because we aren’t logical is not good enough reason for us to abandon our attempts to aspire to logic!

Recall the proof presented by Incognito, which I paraphrase as follows: meat eating is unethical, I should not be unethical, therefore I should not eat meat. Anyone who eats meat is unethical, therefore when I see meat eaters I JUDGE THEM HARSHLY. In general, I think this is a reasonable proof. I accept the premises and think the conclusion follows. But still, it’s not valid from either point of view (meatie or veg), because the suite of premises is too limited. Up to this point I have been explaining why I don’t judge the meaties despite what could be considered a necessity of logic. I’m actually still acting on logic, but we would need to add more premises to the proof (such as some kind of accounting for and ranking of additional ethical concerns) to see it.

Now I’ll switch to my hypothesis about why the meaties aren’t reacting out of response to the logical proof. Here is a totally unscientific observation: people react very strongly to the idea of veganism. It’s far out of proportion to the stimulus. When I think of all the ways I disagree with people, there is no doubt at all that eating no meat pisses them off the most. Why? Why is it easier for people to accept that I don’t believe in God, say, than that I don’t eat meat? Surely to a religious person that could be a much huger trigger. After all, in that case I’m not only going to burn in hell, I’m going to take society down with me (corrupt children, act without morals, destroy marriages, and all that stuff). But you know what? I have never gotten even an ounce of hassle related to atheism. But bring up something as relatively inconsequential as my personal dietary habits and BOOM, the freak out is on. It even happens on this blog. There is more going on here than meets the eye.

So what does happen when my eating habits come up (which, by the way, I try not to draw attention to)? The reaction typically involves the meatie getting loud and saying something like: “Well I would never do that! I love meat! I could never give it up! It’s perfectly healthy and there’s no reason to give it up!” In other words, they respond as though the stimulus statement was “Eating meat is wrong” rather than “I eat a plant based diet.” I don’t accept that these are synonymous statements, though our logical proof suggests that the latter leads to the former. In order to make that leap from “I eat plants” to “you’re bad” there is an intermediate step that is necessary. We could call that step “therefore.” So what we get is, in truncated form: “I eat plants” – “therefore” – “you are bad.”

What happens in “therefore”? This is what psychology and, most particularly, psychotherapy is all about! There is nothing in “I eat plants” that requires “therefore” to lead to “you are bad.” It is definitely an option, and clearly it’s the option most people are taking. But in my case, it is simply wrong. In my case, the chain should look more like: “I eat plants” – “therefore” – “I am concerned about my own role in animal rights and also my personal health over the long term.” Or, “IAP” – “T” – “I understand that these ethical issues are more important to me than to other people, but I understand those other people, and think their choice is fine. After all, it’s their choice to make.”

So I hope we agree that there are a multiplicity of statements that could follow “therefore” (this requires us to accept that there are more premises than simply “eating meat is unethical” and “people shouldn’t be unethical”). The logical necessity of judgment is predicated upon a limited set of initial premises which do not reflect the actual state of affairs. The interesting question is, why do people jump to those simple premises? Why are the others not included or even considered?

One reason maybe is the militant stance taken by some vegans and vegetarians. Maybe the meaties assume I’m getting all judgy on their ass because that’s happened to them before when dealing with a vegan. In this case their reaction makes sense even if it’s unfair; I shouldn’t be stereotyped. Actually I find this reaction very inconvenient because it sets up an us-them dichotomy that interferes with my ability to discuss my choices in a reasonable manner. There is a lot of good that comes of a vegan diet, but often I don’t even bother going there because I know that anything I say will be perceived as an attack, and I am acutely sensitive to not being one of those militant vegans. From a purely selfish and functional point of view, I have nothing to gain by making meaties feel bad (i.e, judged). Hassling them will not make them go veg! I am also placed in the rather uncomfortable position of having to take the defensive reaction of the meatie (“Well you’re not going to talk me out of eating meat!”) without rebuttal, because any rebuttal I try to make presents as proof of the initial attack. Which wasn’t an attack, it was just a statement of my personal dietary choice. But try to say that and see what happens!

I have another hypothesis about why there is such a powerful kneejerk reaction to vegetarianism, but it’s not going to be very popular with you meaties. In this case, I get to be the one who presents an unassailable position because anything you say will only make my case look stronger. And I totally accept that in most senses this is not a falsifiable hypothesis. But that doesn’t mean it’s wrong, only that it’s not provable using standard methods (psychotherapy is one method that might prove it on a case by case basis). So please know that I know this isn’t necessarily the case, it’s just an idea of mine, and I don’t assume it’s correct all the time or even any of the time, I’m just throwing out my thoughts because that’s what blogs are for. Quite the preamble, eh? I just really, really want to make sure you know that I’m not presenting this as THE FACTS, just as an idea. Keep an open mind; I try to.

Here it is: I think meat eaters get so darned defensive about eating meat because on some level, they know it’s wrong. Actually, that’s not quite right – when we work at the level of defenses, we’re not at the level of logic but rather at the level of deep emotion. The defensiveness is a result of my position triggering deeply buried feelings of shame and guilt.

Short interlude to explain, in simplified form, defenses: When people have uncomfortable emotions (guilt, shame and sadness are major ones), they may either experience the emotion, or trigger some psychological dynamics that protect them from experiencing the emotion. The mechanism of protection varies – there are probably around two dozen commonly accepted defenses. A simple defense is denial, wherein the person simply denies reality in some way. A classic example is the person who is told their wife has just been killed – he may say, “That’s impossible! No!” Denial in action. Rationalization is also a defense, in the same category as denial, disavowals, which function by keeping unpleasant or unacceptable stressors, impulses, ideas, affects, or responsibility out of awareness with or without misattribution of these to external causes (DSM-IV-TR, pp. 809).

So what is going on when I say “I eat plants!” and a meat eater launches into an angry, elaborate explanation of why they will keep eating meat? I hypothesize that two defenses are operating here. The first step happens in “therefore”: a defense called projection. In projection, unacceptable impulses and their attendant feelings that you have are put – projected – onto someone else as a way of disavowing the unacceptable stuff. You attribute them to someone else. Examples I found online here include:

I do not like another person. But I have a value that says I should like everyone. So I project onto them that they do not like me. This allows me to avoid them and also to handle my own feelings of dislike.

An unfaithful husband suspects his wife of infidelity.

A woman who is attracted to a fellow worker accuses the person of sexual advances.

In the case of me and my plants, the projection could be this: “I have a value that says killing is wrong. But here is someone who proves that my diet involved unnecessary killing. My unacceptable feelings are guilt and shame, and anger at this person for making me feel them. I project my rage onto them, and now I act as though they are the angry ones, which allows me to believe that I’m not the one with the problem.”

Given that projection, it makes perfect sense that meat eaters react to “I eat plants” in a hostile manner. The reality of their experience is that I am attacking them, because they have projected anger onto me. Up there is just one example of the specific terms of the projection – there are several others I can think of, but you get the idea.

Step two of the process, which happens after “you are bad”, is rationalization. The meat eater is sensing emotionally that I am attacking, and now they respond verbally with all kinds of explanations as to why they must keep eating meat. They really feel they must defend themselves because I am attacking, and the method chosen is another defense (rationalization). There is of course no reason why they must stay carnivorous, which I prove simply by my existence, but they’re giving it a good try, marshalling all kinds of excuses.

And I want to say here, that I think it’s totally valid for someone to say, “Well, I eat meat because I like it, and I don’t want to change.” It’s true, it’s no bullshit and I respect that. No meat eater is answerable to me – I’m simply not the boss of you. There is no need to prove to me why you should keep eating meat – and the very fact that some meat eaters feel compelled to try suggests defenses in operation. Keep in mind that we agreed there is no necessity to move from “I eat plants” to “you are bad”. The mental work of getting there is done by the meat eater. I am fascinated by what that mental work is, and above is one hypothesis about how it could be explained. I find that hypothesis rather convincing, but of course I would because it supports my position, and because it fits into a paradigm of psychological function that I ascribe to. And as I say, it’s next to impossible for anyone to prove it wrong, but it may nonetheless be wrong.

A final point: I do believe in certain moral absolutes. Human slavery is wrong, for everyone, at all times, forever. Post modernism can kiss my ass – wrong is wrong. Violation of a body’s integrity is also wrong, such as by murder or rape. In cases like these I believe that it doesn’t matter what your beliefs are, you must act in accordance with the higher moral principle. But I am not yet convinced that animal rights belong in that pantheon of absolutes. There may come a day when we must act as though animal rights are an absolute, for example if the environmental devastation of farming combined with the wastefulness of producing meat creates a situation where starvation and planetary ruin threaten to kill us all. But going back to the Hunekers, I just can’t see my way to considering animals a top tier priority in an abstract sort of way. Us humans have bigger fish to fry, ha ha.

Yet that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t try. In the wealthy west, there is no need beyond emotional and cultural ones to eat meat. Those are important things – each person must decide for themselves whether they place emotion and culture above cruelty and suffering in lesser species. These days there is also the added saliency of the environmental argument – the single biggest thing you can do for the environment, after living in an apartment, is to go veg. But again, I leave it to each individual to make the call. (Of course I would be thrilled if everyone went veg.)

And that is why I’m not judgmental about meat eating, in a nutshell. There’s more we could get into but at some point you (I) just have to stop typing, so I’m going to publish and call it good. If you got this far, hooray, you have made my day.

Don’t Be Fooled

May 9th, 2008

Okay. Did you ever hear about how in McDonald’s used to fry their french fries in beef fat, and that’s why they taste so good, but someone brought a lawsuit or something and they changed to using vegetable oil? Well. Turns out that’s true, but not the whole story. I was shocked to discover tonight that, though the fries are indeed fried in vegetable oil, they are hydrogenated with a mix of oils including beef fat. From their own website’a ingredients list, I quote:

“French Fries: Potatoes, a blend of partially hydrogenated fat and oil (beef fat and cottonseed oil), may contain dextrose, sodium acid pyrophosphate, safflower oil, natural flavour (vegetable source), and cooked in 100% vegetable oil (Canola oil, corn oil, soybean oil, hydrogenated soybean oil with THBQ, citric acid and dimethypolysiloxane).”

McDonald’s fries are not vegetarian.

Nomenclature Fussing

May 8th, 2008

When out at restaurants, I usually tell the waitress I’m a vegetarian so she can point out the appropriate stuff on the menu.  I don’t bother saying vegan because then you end up in this big conversation about what’s a vegan and whatnot, and anyway, I seek further clarification when I narrow my choices down to one or two.  Anyway, all that to prepare you for the following conversation that I had last night in a restaurant in Chilliwack:

Me: I’m wondering if you can point out the vegetarian dishes please?

Waitress: Oh, you’re a vegetarian.  Do you eat fish?

Me (smiling): No, only vegetables.  A fish is not a vegetable.

Waitress: Well, there are plenty of vegetarians who eat fish.

Me: Well, there are plenty of people who eat fish who call themselves vegetarians!

That’s right.  I’m calling you out, you fish eating “vegetarians”!  There is just no way to claim the title while eating, ya know, meat.

For that matter, I would like to see vegans reclaim the word vegetarian because a lot of the food vegetarians eat is not only not vegetables, but animal products.  And those animal products do indeed involve the killing and suffering of animals, which is what many vegetarians are saying they try to avoid.  All dairy and eggs, other than the ones running free on your gramma’s farm perhaps, involve much nastiness to the animal in question.  Including premature slaughter.

So, now that I am an extreme-o vegan, I think that the term “vegetarian” as we use (usually to mean ovo-lacto, meaning eats eggs and diary) it is a misnomer.  I think “ovo-lacto vegetarian” is as much an oxymoron as “vegetarian who eats fish.”  This is true on both nutritional and ethical grounds.

But I suppose that’s all neither here nor there.  Really, I guess I don’t care all that much who calls themselves what.  I myself was an ovo-laco vegetarian and never gave it a second thought.  I do wish it didn’t sound to extreme and weird to people to say you’re a vegan, but again, oh well.

Veganism Fails Today

February 6th, 2008

Had an entirely depressing attempt at veganism at lunch today: the restaurant had exactly one vegetarian item on the menu, which was a sandwich, which is fine because I like sandwiches, but just imagine how excited about your lunch you’d be if you ordered the vegetable sandwich… hold the cream cheese… hold the mayo… extra mustard please?  When it arrived with mayo and butter, I was initially inwardly thrilled – through no fault of my own, I was getting the illicit cow products!  Delicious!  Except I couldn’t really enjoy them because I kept thinking about that god awful video I saw of screaming cows being rolled across a concrete floor by a forklift.  And after only a week or so as a vegan, I found the butter and mayo to be overpoweringly greasy and thick tasting.  Yuck.  So… yeah.  Day one eating out vegan?  Major flop.

The lesson I take from this is as follows: if I want good food as a vegan, I’m going to have to prepare it myself.  Restaurant culture may be another casualty of this change.

Thank god alcohol isn’t an animal product!

Snow and Veganism (it could be a movie title)

February 5th, 2008

Sprite Car strikes again – I got stranded in Surrey for four hours this morning while it snowed, after aborting my trip to Chilliwack when it became clear that I was in fact sliding off the highway. Managed to slide it into a parking lot, where I fretted for hours that it was in a lane and not parking spot, and some guy in a Caterpillar was going to plow the car in addition to the snow.  Called a tow truck that never showed.  Finally made it home, had a flip out on the phone at Husband about the car (not defensible but he took it well), napped, and woke to discover rain had washed all the snow away. Instead of being panicked on the road at 6:30am, I could have been sleeping, because I missed work anyway. Next year, mark my words, we’re either getting a new car or putting on the god damned snow tires.

I also thought it might be useful for me to explain a bit more about the move to veganism, since at least Puck seems to be totally freaked out about it and hell bent on saving me from myself (or at least hassling and mocking me, as is his way). It’s different and weird, no question. But I hope I can reassure you that it is entirely possible to obtain all the nutrients, micro and macro, that a person needs from a plant based diet. This is especially true nowadays when many products aimed at vegans (such as soy milk and tofu) are fortified with B12 and riboflavin and other things that are trickier to get. So at the very least, I should think we’d be able to agree that, if planned carefully, it’s not necessarily harmful.

But just because it’s not harmful isn’t a very good reason to make eating more complicated (which it will be, at least at first). In addition to being not-harmful, the evidence shows that it has certain very good benefits (at least, statistically speaking).  I hesitate to say things like that because I’m just waiting for Puck to yell, “Oh yeah?  Prove it!”  and, at the risk of saying something that smacks of a cop-out, it’s not my job to educate everyone else.  I need to educate me, and I’m doing that.  With Husband’s help and input.  And without using Wikipedia!  This is too important to rely on the internet.  The information is out there for the taking (at least, if you have a library membership that includes access to academic databases) – help yourself, and make your own choices.  I do not pass judgment on anyone else.

So there are two things at play here with regards to health: one, major reduction in chances for certain horrible and unpleasant diseases when I’m old.  I’ve seen some pretty ugly deaths by heart disease and one by cancer, and I tell you, if there’s something I can do that is proven to reduce my chance of going that way, I’m taking it.  These diseases aren’t inevitable.  They are linked to diet.  I’m trying to do my part on that end.

The other thing is my current health.  I’ve groused about my endless flus and talked a little bit about the problems I’m having with my nerves, but I do try to keep it light.  Actually I’m having a bunch of symptoms that are very frightening to me.  It’s hard to even write this, because it gets me thinking about my problems in a more “real” way than is usual when blogging.  Something is wrong with me, and so far no one knows what it is.  Three months ago I spent two days standing in my living room undressed because I couldn’t bear to have anything touch my skin, and since then I’ve had several smaller attacks of this neuropathic pain event.  My “flus” are much reduced, but I’m still regularly fatigued and susceptible to every bug that comes my way.  I’m developing allergies I never had before.  I’m experiencing strange sudden swellings in the joints in my feet.  What the fuck is all this?  In three weeks I have an appointment with a neurologist and my next specialist may be a rheumatologist.

This is like the wake up call middle aged men get after their first heart attack.  I only have this one body.  Maybe what’s going on is no big deal and someone will tell me, Hey, don’t even worry about that, we can treat that with this one shot!  Or, Don’t sweat it, it’ll never get worse!  But maybe I have something really serious and I’m going to die young.  Not knowing is very stressful to me.  I’m often scared about it.  So I’m pretty motivated to try and take care of this body.  I have said over and over in the past that I’m going to exercise and eat better.  I pretty much never do, or not for long.  But fear is a great motivator.  If I can have even a small positive impact on my health, or the progression of whatever it is that I have, I very badly want to take it.

I’m not running off half cocked and eating only mangoes and taking up yogic chanting.  I’m doing my best to turn to science and the facts and take control of my future.  I’m not shelling out millions to quack doctors – I’m just eating a more nutritious diet, and rebuilding my fitness now that I have the strength to do so.  So chips get sacrificed – who gives a shit?  Let me tell you, experiencing every hair on my head as a tiny and unbearable point of irritation to my skin was horrible.  Seeing my swollen joints and thinking of my dad crippled with rheumatoid arthritis is horrible.  Chips?  Are nothing.

I guess the other point I’m trying to make here is that if you’re interested in helping, being supportive, or even just widening my understanding of the diet issue in a respectful manner, that’s awesome.  I value my friends a lot and where would I be without you guys?  But snark is a bit hard for me to take these days.  I have enough on my plate.

Minimeats

February 4th, 2008

This morning Husband and I were talking about calcium – as we do – and were checking the labels of various food products in our home for the calcium content.  We agreed it’s stupid to list the calcium content as a percent, because recommended percentages in this country run from 500mg to 1500mg per day – and as were were grousing about this, Husband peered a little closer at the box of Miniwheats he was holding and said, “These contain gelatin.”

See what I mean?  The even sneak dead animal into wheat cereal!

The Buck Stops Here

February 2nd, 2008

I recently announced my decision to quit chips, and got a comment (which I replied to) from my friend Puck about trying portion control rather than abstention to deal with my chip problem.  All joking aside, I am of course not addicted to chips.  I just like them a lot and choose to eat way too many.  How many is too many?  Any at all.  This is the dark truth of junk food: moderation is nonsense.  First of all, people who eat some junk food almost always tend to be people who eat lots of junk food.  Second, there is no healthy amount of junk food.  Any amount is bad.  Will a single ju-jube give me cancer?  I don’t think so.  But who eats just one?

Junk food is a lifestyle.  It has been for me and it is in many of my friends.  Chips plus pop plus frozen food plus take out meals plus beer plus pizza equals shitty nutrition.  No one on earth, except possibly my mother, only has a little junk food once in a while.  So, to those who recommend just eating less or “moderating” my intake, I say that doesn’t work.  Anyone who is serious about their health and nutrition needs to cut out nearly all the crap in their diet.

I am spectacularly bad at this.

This does mean that the idea is bad.  It doesn’t mean it’s impossible.  It just means I regularly make bad choices.  And I justify them in all kinds of ways: Just this one can’t hurt.  I eat plenty of vegetables so who cares if I have a slice of cheesecake.  Everyone wants a beer with the game.  I’ll only have half.  Half a serving of crap is still eating crap.

These ideas are rolling around in my head a lot since, as I have said, my body is poo.  I’m still weakened from my months on the couch.  Today I walked to the local IGA and back, a one hour round trip, and while still within sight of my building (on the way there), I actually found myself worrying, seriously, about whether I could make it or not.  How pathetic is that?  I’m shamefully out of shape.  And, I must now admit, I am a junk food vegetarian.

I don’t eat meat or animal products that require the killing of the animal (at least, not most of the time – you’d be amazed at the strange places you find meat products!), but that doesn’t mean I switched exclusively over to whole grains and spinach.  I eat a lot of candy, basically.  I’m a salt junkie and can polish off a litre of pickles without any trouble.  Chips, as I have said, are a particular problem.  Around Christmas, when I was giving myself permission to eat whatever I wanted, I was eating a bag a day of chips.  The big foil bag, that is.  Plus chocolates and pastries and anything else I wanted.  No wonder my body is weak!  I never exercise and I eat garbage.  My only consolation is that when I’m not eating crap, what I am eating is quite healthful.  When the food is real, it is whole grains and spinach.  It’s just not real all the time.

So.  My bad health this year and my acknowledgment that there is no way my junk food can be excused has been quite a reality check.  I’ve had a billion blood tests and I’m not nutrient deficient in any way, but there is more to food and body health than how many micrograms of this or that you’re getting.   I’m starting the slow and painful process of exercising again, dragging my atrophied corpse around whether it likes it or not (it doesn’t).  Husband and I are also undertaking some fairly radical dietary changes, largely inspired by some pretty shocking research we were put onto by a physician friend of his.  Puck, you thought you had a gold mine of harassment material when we became vegetarians?  Oh it’s getting better for you!   We’re in a phase of reading and self educating that it seems is going to be depositing us on the doorstep of veganism… which I never thought would happen.  But then I didn’t want to become a vegetarian either.  In both cases some accidental exposure to the facts created huge changes for us.  It’s happening again, I say with some trepidation.

We became vegetarians almost exclusively for ethical and environmental reasons.  The move to veganism is motivated by health considerations.  But it might have happened on the ethical side anyway… did you see the recent ideos of treatment of dairy cows in, I believe, California?  The Humane Society has some absolutely horrific footage of downer cows being dragged around by one chained leg, rolled and dragged by forklifts, and electrocuted (all of which is specifically prohibited by law, which tells you something – we don’t make laws for behaviours no one engages in).   I have thought that eating diary is okay because the cows aren’t killed over it – and now I realize I just didn’t know anything about the diary industry.  But, all that aside (if you’re the sort of person who doesn’t care about the treatment of cows), the health arguments are nothing short of massive.

I’m always concerned about making people feel threatened or challenged or attacked by my food choices, so I won’t get into the details here, but of course the information is out there for the taking.   I’m not here preaching to anyone – this is about me!  The point I guess is that I’m facing the reality that I have to change how I’m living.  This feels pretty big to me so I’m working some of it out here.

A preliminary experiment has proven an utter failure though: this morning I tried soy milk for the first time, and it was absolutely wretched.  I actually had a gag reflex.  That stuff is beyond gross.  I bought the plain kind and may try vanilla next, to see if that’s more palatable.  Glecch!