The Reluctant Vegan , Day 2
I dream of meaty
Last night’s dinner was not too bad. Kamut spaghetti with a spicy red pepper and tomato sauce. The trick to this vegan thing is to spice everything up like crazy. It masks the general meatlesness of the experience.
Woke up this morning feeling good and clear-headed. It may be because I went to sleep at 9:30, but I like to think it is because I am becoming a cleaner and more balanced being. The morning oats did not seem so repugnant today, and I took my time to chew slowly as this is said to be a cornerstone of the general cleansing regimine.
The workday was slightly more painful than the waking. Without a pleasant lunch to look forward to, the morning seemed to drag on in a low level dread of the eventual, gnawing hunger, which again came more early than usual and was more assertive in its demands on my person than most days.
Still, the day passed without incident and after a late afternoon snack of pine-nuts, I had mustered sufficient energy to leave the office and begin the trudge to the metro in the –25 weather that blew in from the vacuum of space overnight to remind us that – though the IPCC would have has believe beyond a shadow of a doubt that irreversible global warming is on the march – we still live at one hell of a northerly latitude.
This afternoon I noticed, for the first time, a potential benefit of this cleanse, in that I found myself more calm and less aggressive when dealing with the hordes in the metro. The whole experience sort of dragged on, not unpleasantly, more sort of in a dull torpor.
I am not sure whether this is a good thing. Maybe this parallel, proteinless universe that I have chosen to visit is one populated by lambs waiting to be led to the slaughter. Or maybe it is the stirrings of the wisdom of the man who sits by the water and smiles to himself because he does not know or care where it is going.
For now I am leaning towards the lambs.