The Smell of Raw Meat
Posted by admin | Posted in healthy living | Posted on 12-02-2011
Tags: healthy living, raw meat, vegan, vegetarian
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I’ve been contemplating the idea of the vegetarian/vegan lifestyle. Not to confuse the two because of the slash, they are completely different methodologies for eating. Vegans don’t eat any animal products, including dairy. Vegetarians don’t eat meat, although some allow seafood.
Yesterday, as I warmed some grilled chicken to go on a salad, a colleague (who is a vegan) mentioned my use of meat in which I shared, every now and then I like to have some chicken, which is true. The big problem I have with the idea is not so much giving up the meat, but the alternatives for getting the protein I need. There are various debates on the use of soy and whether it’s a better choice or just as harmful for you. His perspective: You have to balance it out. And I agree with that. There are other options of course like beans, lentils and greens.
For some the very idea of giving up meat is too radical to even contemplate. For some, the fight for animal rights is enough to cast it away forever. And then there’s me, the health-conscious, strong-willed information-gatherer, who really wants to do the right thing not so much as a political statement or trendy notion, but as a strategy for ultimate health. The problem however, is identifying what that is and then countering it with emotional cravings that have conditioned us.
This morning I wanted pancakes. It seemed like the perfect Saturday morning breakfast. The apple I ate earlier had long gone and I was still hungry, so I debated — IHop, quick pancakes from McDonalds, or make my own. I opted to make my own. Pancakes and syrup a great, but a side piece of turkey bacon (I don’t eat beef or pork) would be the perfect compliment.
Everything was going well until I opened the meat and within minutes was feeling nauseous. The smell of the meat was overwhelming and soon I had no appetite. I had put the meat in the oven and wasn’t sure I would eat it. If I did, assuming my body would allow me, it would need to really be done. When I checked on the meat it was probably done, but I wasn’t convinced, so I left it the oven. And then it was burnt. Well at least I knew it was done and I knew what that meant — I was not to have turkey bacon this morning and maybe I was not to have it anymore.
I did have the pancakes. I ate half and needless to say they weren’t nearly as good after the meat incidence and so it got me to thinking again about the idea of going vegetarian/vegan. The smell of that raw meat and then the though of putting that meat into my body was overwhelming.
I don’t know if I will go completely vegetarian/vegan, but I can tell you this, I won’t be buying anymore raw meat.

