15 years ago, I became a vegetarian, largely due to the influence of co-workers in a company that taught esoterica, where I worked as assistant editor in its publishing arm. My employment with the company didn’t last for a year (because I got recruited back to my civil society roots) but I remained vegetarian for more than a year more. The reason? Well, there was no other vegetarian at work and at home. The difficulty of preparing food for myself ultimately caught up with me and I just gave up–to put it bluntly.
But over the years I continued to look back at those two years of my life, when I felt good for eating well, when I was so ‘regular’ like clockwork, when I could eat a lot without feeling bloated, and so on.
Since taking this convoluted road to losing weight, going vegan is in my mind a lot of times again. Although I know that going vegan does not necessarily translate to losing weight, I think that a diet rich in vegetables and alternative protein sources is a healthier way of eating. Of course, there are arguments that will refute my line of thinking but this is my opinion, which I am not imposing on anyone.
Whenever I get the chance to cook at home–or when Mama lets me decide on the food that we’ll be eating at home or at restaurants, I always suggest that we eat vegetable dishes. Yesterday I stir-fried some mixed vegetables and it was completely meat-less. In our home vegetable dishes are often packed with recados such as shrimp or sliced of pork belly, or both. I just used the holy trinity of garlic, onion, and tomato. I also found a vegan oyster sauce and it tasted like the real thing.
But who can resist pairing a vegetable dish–meat-less as it were–with a protein-rich food? As soon as I finished cooking the stir-fried mixed veggies (which Mama called chopsuey right away), she started frying some fish to go with it.
It was a hearty lunch at home. And I realized how far I am from my vegan ambition. The closest I can aspire to, perhaps, is being a pescetarian, at least.