My 200th Posting

Well, my social life really is all or nothing. Taking into account this weekend: Drinks after work with a colleague on Friday followed by drinks with another friend before going to a concert. (Side story, one of the friends having drinks with us was in a national commercial with Tiger Woods, and I have not seen him since the scandal, so I asked him about the fallout since he gets paid every time the commercial runs -- since the commercial was pulled after the scandal, and a future commercial was shelved, he figures that he will have lost $500,000 in planned income becasue of Mr. Woods indiscretions. I just thought that was quite interesting! Not to mention that maybe I should do commercials instead of selling advertising - a far easier way to make a buck!)

So, late Friday night there was the concert, the Bogman, great show! Then Saturday at noon was the Heineken Cup rugby final with a good friend and Irishman - try having just one there. Then Saturday night with a group of friends and heard plenty of, "Hey, you look great! And you are drinking again, let me buy you a drink!" And then Sunday at brunch with a very dear old girlfriend at the great restaurant Landmarc -- I opted for the oatmeal and fruit, but I did order a Bloody Mary. She is the only one who could look at my life before, take my vegan quest into account, and pinpoint where I was currently falling Short, while the world around me congratulated me... and she'd be right.

The bold statements I said I would be making this weekend where bold indeed - negatively! Simply put with the group of friends that I have in a city where social drinking is more of a tradition than most every other city, and yes that means you Chicago, and Sydney, and London, it is either abstinence or indulgence -- the middle ground for a guy is nearly impossible to find. I said "nearly." Although it has been 24 days since the end of the 100% vegan lifestyle and I have yet to have a hamburger or a steak (I expected them to go #1, #2 in my normal eating draft come May 1), my socializing has been on par with all my other friends, and that means full steam ahead.

Sunday was a great day of reflection for me - starting with an incredible conversation with an old girlfriend, then I read a great blog aabout a woman who has reinvented herself ( http://girlreinvented.com/), then mass, and then seeing a buddy of mine who has gone through an even more extreme transformation. This friend was once a short, fat, sweaty, cocaine addict, bartender with a life that was out of control. His friends pulled an intervention over a year ago and now he is incredibly slim, very fit, but still short. I chose not to drink Sunday night even though it was the Yankees vs. the Mets, but I popped in to say hello to my pal. In fact, it was in his bar that I watched the NYC Marathon way back on November 1, 2009 sipping my water and munching an apple. He looks like a completely different person, and he in turn heaped tons of praise on me. With this I felt guilty since my weekend choices were not impressive!

Finally, as I settled in for the evening and read the Sunday Times I read an article in the Travel Section by Matt Gross (http://travel.nytimes.com/2010/05/23/travel/23frugalwalk.html?ref=travel). He was recreating a small portion of a 1933 trek across Europe made by the famous British travel writer, Patrick Leigh Fermor. Mr. Gross said he would travel from Vienna to Budapest on foot. Being that I wrote about my train experience from Vienna to Budapest a number of years ago (mine focusing more on the experience of going to a former Eastern Bloc country for the first time) I was eager to read about this guy's sojourn. First of all, reading his account gave me additional motivation to realize that I could certainly write for the New York Times. Second, and more importantly, after becoming invested in his story, he gave up. Sure he walked over 100 miles, but because of sore ankles, and with 25 miles to go to Budapest he quit, and took a bus. He justified it, but as a reader, I felt cheated.

When I started My Vegan Quest I always said that I would stay off the drink initially at first, but reintroduce it once I get going. Both my friend the athletic junk food junkie, and the Skeptical Doctor challenged me to stave off the drink for the entire 6 months, so too did the chorus from the Ladies of London. People were invested in my vegan quest, and if I were to alter that they would feel cheated as I did with that travel story in the Times.

With so few pounds to go to reach my goal I think I better realize that my social life must be restricted. I am so close, and even though I know I'll reach my goal, to do so over a period of many months is akin, in my mind, to quitting.

I am going to put further restrictions on my social life since I am not going to find new friends, nor will I move out of New York. Why? Because I have mastery over my food diet, but not my drink diet. Until I master both, and get to my 225 lbs, I am going to have to put Draconian restrictions on myself.

A Slippery Slope

A recent comment on My Vegan Quest talked about the slippery slope of reintroducing meat into your diet.

It certainly is! It is sooo much easier to cut it all out!

Well, I need to put pride aside for honesty, and as painful as it is, it makes the story more intriguing and more realistic -- I just wish it was not my story!

I have been generally strong most of my days back into civilian life, but...

Yesterday, my gym work-out was quite intense, and I had more energy than I usually have. I did intense cardio for 40 minutes. Also, when I weighed myself I was just a couple of lbs heavier than May 1st. Those 7 lbs gained was significantly decreased - I lost 5 lbs this week. But!

Here is where my personality, un-tethered by strict abstinence, starts to creep in to my day-to-day life. So, I knock off 5 lbs this week (perhaps some water weight), and feeling really good about my work-outs in the gym. I decided to go to the brand new Pig 'n' Whistle on 36th Street for lunch and invited a client to join me. This is what I do best, hang out with clients and, yes, "entertain." The owner, Des, comes over to ask my thoughts on the new bar/restaurant (it's gorgeous), and we chat about my trip to Ireland. Being a former rugby player himself, we chat about Munster, and Foley, and Woodie. A wave of his hand to the bartender and a beer is front and center of me. "Thanks." It's the culture. Unless you are off the sauce completely, friendships are measured in free pints, not firm handshakes.

OK, good work out, losing the weight I gained on holiday, one beer is not going to kill me. But, that governor in my head that whisks me by the eggs in the morning, and the steak house at night, needs to show himself a little more. As I have mentioned numerous times, my job is often about socializing, and sitting in a pub, telling stories and getting back slaps from friends, acquaintances, and clients is a little like oxygen for me. And the big question is do I have to drink seltzer only, or can I live by 1 or 2 only? So far it has been only 1 or 2, but I am aware of the signs of slipping back into over-indulgence, and the signs are a tiny bit concerning for me. Now, a couple of beers with clients in the afternoon, say, once a month does no harm, but, but, I need to make sure it stays rather infrequent. And, an FYI, in sales it is commonly accepted and sanctioned at the highest levels in the organization that drinks over lunch sometimes with a client is normal. We've come a long way since Mad Men and the three martini lunch, but it is still a rather common practice less any of you accountants, or doctors, or teachers seem shocked by this.

Then, on top of all of this I had a date last night. Lovely girl, but she must have had an

 8 course meal before we met because she had no interest in eating dinner, unless by dinner you mean vodka 7's! Now, even though I am out of practice, I can still go toe to toe with anyone, but subtract dinner, and, well, it was a typical New York City date night -- start out at a nice sophisticated wine bar, and continue festivities at different gin joints until you end up at Doc Watson's, well past midnight, dancing the jig. The body is not built to live like that, and if you do it enough over years and years and you'll end up looking like Chris Farley. And the final blow? After a night like that I was starving, and what is open at 1 AM? Well, both PJ Clarke's and the Pig n Whistle serve food until 3 AM. There is a 24 hour diner around the corner. And finally, there is the Ray Bary's pizza parlor at the foot of my front door.

For years and years the site of a pizza box on my coffee table when I stumble to the shower in the morning would elicit just a head shake, and maybe a chuckle. This morning the sight of it elicited a loud curse word like I stepped on a safety pin or something.

Now, I am standing back and looking at my new life 3 weeks in. All in all, not bad. I am very happy that my food desires are in a pattern that are very healthy, and I can happily live with. And including my holiday in Ireland, the nights I hit it hard I can count on one hand. 5 nights out of 21 is not terrible, not great, but no where near the old me. But, and here is the big but, I have been flirting with the old lifestyle - propping it up with good eating most days, and rigorous work-outs, but I am not so sure that this is a safe speed I should be driving.

Tonight I am going to see a band, The Bogmen, with a buddy who has been waiting to drink with me since November 1, 2009. A test indeed! Tomorrow? I am going to watch the European Cup rugby final at an McCormack's Irish pub, with an Irish friend in the middle of the day. Another test!

Stay tuned, I expect to make some bold stances this weekend! God willing.

Hump Day, Chump Day

Yesterday I had my oatmeal with peanut butter and raisins for breakfast, and then my typical salad for lunch. For dinner I went to one of the best noodle shops in NYC, Menkui-Tei, although the awning outside of this miniscule, décor-less place on 56th and 6th says, Larmen New York.

I have had their vegetable ramen soup and it is spectacular. The first time was this winter with a buddy who had the ramen with pork and I was quite jealous. So last night I ordered the vegetable ramen with a side of pork thrown on top since my buddy's dish all those months ago looked so good. It added nothing. The vegetables are fresh, the broth is delectable, and the noodles are perfect. The pieces of pork neither added nor subtracted from the meal. So why did I do it? Maybe I still can't believe that if I want to, I can live a happy life of eating without meat?

I did not make it to the gym last night - unless I go first thing in the morning (always rough), or at lunch, I find it so hard to drag myself to the gym after work when the sun is still out and there is a buzz in the air.

Last night, in another attempt to enhance my experience because I am convinced it enhanced my experience many times before over the decades, I popped two cans of Coors as I watched my one of the funniest shows on TV, ABC's Modern Family. Nope, didn't enhance my experience at all, and I felt guilty afterwards.

Yesterday is what I would consider a far less than perfect, AND lazy day. Maybe I was resting on my laurels? Maybe I was being defiant? Maybe I was trying to recapture some imaginary "enhancement to my life" (pork with the ramen, beer with the TV)? It doesn't matter. It was not a very good day. Not awful, but not good.

As I write this I am heading to the gym for lunch. Maybe I'll see that fat, whiny bastard who moved my towel in the steam room on Monday (the steam room is much better now) and denied it.

Habits

Do you remember the first time you at breakfast at a friends house as a kid, and they used different milk in the cereal than you? We were a "Low fat" milk family, and our friends down the street were a "Fat free" milk family. Now, even though the nutritional value, and actual fat content differential is rather tiny, the taste is markedly different. Their milk tasted like chalky water! Another friend's whole milk tasted like cream. It is all in how you were raised and what you are used to.

For 6 months I did not eat meat, nor fish, nor cheese, nor drank milk, or alcohol, or anything really other than water. For 10-15 years prior to that I ate and drank nothing but! But after a period of time without, I am now used to a plant-based only diet (though I am reintroducing meat & fish now). You can change your behavior, your habits.

It has been 19 days since I have ended my vegan quest, and I still have not gone to a steak house! I really expected that to be my first port of call! Now, I have had red meat, both times in Ireland - Guinness stew, and a home cooked meal of roast beef. Oh, and there was ground beef in my lasagna last Sunday. But, I have not made the religious trek to a New York City steak house! Wait a minute, it just dawned on me, I have not even had a hamburger either?! As I write this I am shocked that almost 3 weeks after the biggest challenge in my life I did not run to the nearest Smith & Wollensky's for a giant porterhouse steak, nor run up to JG Melons for a hamburger! What is wrong with me?

Well, I don't find meat repulsive (sorry vegans, I know you were hoping I'd come to your side - but call me a compassionate carnivore), the meat I have had still tastes good, but I am not itching for a steak or burger! The urge ain't there!

Bottom line, I now have an internal governor inside my brain that either dampens my urges, or dissuades my urges.

A great example is eggs. I wrote this back in my first week, in November:

You knew I started each day with you! All of ya! Hard boiled, soft boiled, scrambled, poached, Florentine, Benedict, and over easy. But, it wasn't easy! I needed you! But now, now you are dead to me. I had to stare you down. I had to overcome my desire. You lost eggs! You lost! I walked right down Main Street passed you! No eggs today, pal, no eggs until the Spring of 2010. How does that make you feel? Huh? You are powerless over me! Well, at least for today. We will meet again, and when we do, I bet I go for the apple and banana again!

Yes, it was a silly, stupid post, but I really had no idea how difficult it would be in the beginning. That was all talk back then, but I really did lick the habit! I loved, loved eggs. But here is the thing! Eggs still taste good to me, but as I walked through our café this morning and saw those shiny white hardboiled eggs, and fluffy scrambled, yellow eggs I had none of that impulsive desire. Well, I did have a desire, for my oatmeal with peanut butter and raisins!

Addicted to diet coke? Drink 5 a day? Go without, that urge will go away. Anyone can change their habits after giving up your weakness for a bit. A whole milk drinker can become a fat free milk drinker. A soda addict can become a fan of water. And a carnivore can become a vegan for 6 months, and then bounce back to be a quasi-vegan.

SALT

I certainly have a bit of a false sense of security because my cholesterol is so good. Below is from the newsletter from Dr. Joel Fuhrman:

Dr. Fuhrman

Strokes are the leading cause of disability in the U.S., and the third leading cause of death. Almost 800,000 people in the U.S. have a stroke each year. Although strokes are usually perceived as a condition that afflicts older Americans, they occur in people of all ages. About 25% of strokes occur in people under the age of 65, and 10-15% occur in those under age 45.1

Last week, at the age of 41, Beau Biden, Delaware Attorney General and son of U.S. Vice President Joe Biden, suffered what is being called a mild stroke. Joe Biden himself suffered from a hemorrhagic stroke due to a ruptured brain aneurysm in 1985 at the age of 45.2

Bret Michaels, of the band Poison and a contestant on The Celebrity Apprentice, recently suffered a subarachnoid hemorrhage (a type of hemorrhagic stroke) at age 47. He was released last week to a rehabilitation facility.3

Simply eating a vegetarian or vegan diet does not preclude you from heading down a path to suffering a stroke yourself. Many vegans falsely believe that their low cholesterol levels and decreased atherosclerosis risk make them exempt from all types of cardiovascular disease. This is not always the case – they may even be at higher risk!

Everyone needs to know how to protect themselves. It is important to first understand what a stroke is and why it occurs.


What is a hemorrhagic stroke?


There are two types of strokes: ischemic and hemorrhagic. Ischemic strokes, in which blood flow to the brain is blocked either by a clot or atherosclerotic plaque, are most common. Hemorrhagic strokes, caused by bleeding in the brain due to the rupture of a blood vessel are less common but can be devastating. The rapid bleeding into the brain compresses the neural tissue, most often resulting in permanent damage or death.4


What makes the small blood vessels of the brain susceptible to rupture?


Hemorrhagic stroke, on average, affects younger people than ischemic stroke does, and the most common cause of hemorrhagic stroke is high blood pressure.5 Elevated blood pressure places stress on the walls of the small delicate vessels in the brain, and is the foremost risk factor for both ischemic and hemorrhagic strokes.


Protect yourself from hemorrhagic stroke: Avoid salt!


High blood pressure is the most important risk factor for hemorrhagic stroke, and Americans have a 90% lifetime probability of having high blood pressure. The most effective way to keep blood pressure in a favorable range is to avoid excess salt.

High-salt consumption may be potentially more dangerous for vegans, vegetarians, and others who have earned low cholesterol levels by eating otherwise healthful diets. Unlike heart disease, cholesterol is not an important risk factor for hemorrhagic stroke.6 In fact, low cholesterol levels are associated with increased risk of hemorrhagic stroke. A number of studies both in Japan and in the West have illustrated that fewer animal products and a low serum cholesterol were associated with increased risk of hemorrhagic stroke.7

In fact, the plaque-building process that results in atherosclerosis and premature death may in some way actually protect the fragile blood vessels in the brain from rupture due to high blood pressure. Although vegans may be able to live longer than the general population and not die from a heart attack first, a high-salt diet may dramatically increase the risk of hemorrhagic stroke. Of course, excess sodium increases both heart attack and stroke death in all diet styles, but in vegans, a high-salt diet can be even more dangerous.

To protect against heart attacks, ischemic strokes, and hemorrhagic strokes, you must dramatically curtail salt consumption.

Excess salt is more dangerous than most people realize. In addition to high blood pressure and stroke, salt contributes to kidney disease, heart disease, osteoporosis, ulcers, and stomach cancer.  Avoiding salt is an essential component of a health-promoting, disease-preventing diet.

Monday, Monday

What I have found since reintroducing meat and fish into my diet is that it still tastes good, and sometimes great, but it is not the adult pacifier that it once was for me.

People would ask me often, "What do you miss most?" And I would respond, "Sushi." Well, I have had Sushi a few times, the Grammercy Roll at Haru is amazing, but it is just that, food that tastes great. I have had

other great tasting food too, and it was 100% vegan. So, the matter comes down to preference and urges. And as long as my urges are still mostly plant based that I am fine. If my preference is still mostly plant based food, which it is, but my urges waver, then I will just employ a little extra self-descipline as I have these past 6 months.

In one of my very first posts for this blog, on Day 1 of the vegan quest I said this:

From now on my meals would not be solely motivated by urges. No more

will I ask the question, "What am I in the mood for?" As I become more

adept at all the restaurants, and vegan foods I should be able to ask

the question of urges, but gear it all towards a vegan diet. But I know

full well that vegetables and fruits will be the cornerstone. That is my

biggest fear -- will I get used to that?

Well, I most certainly got used to that! And today I was happier with my oatmeal and fruit in the morning, salad for lunch, and salad for dinner with some humus and crackers. By the way, the kidney beans were fresh but I will forever be tainted by them as that very bean-like taste is less appealing after my experience.

Here is my point. I spent the last two weeks eating a hybrid between my former self and my vegan self. And it was on Sunday that I truly figured it out. I was interested to try some lasagna. Not my healthy lasagna but a real meat and cheese one. I was at P.J. Clarke's reading the Sunday Times and ordered the lasagna (which I have never had there). Here is the deal - it was delicious, really excellent, but about 3/4 of the way in I just said to myself, "enough." It just seemed too rich for my new tastes. Then it dawned on me - I still like the old foods, but if I am going to eat to complete fullness I would rather stretch my belly with fruits and vegetables, and not cheese, meat and sauce. It was good, but I felt almost decadent eating such a fat inducing meal.

Bottom line: I have not missed anything for the past 6 months. And introducing my old food back into my system was just too much (eating 50% of my meals "regular" and 50% plant-based) and I think an 80/20 rule, 80% plant based, will work for me.

Oh, and the bad news - I have not been to the gym all last week until today. I gained 7 lbs. But no worries, the goal of 225 lbs are in my sights, and I am generally happier with the more plant-based diet than I ever thought I would be when I finished the vegan quest. Truth be told, in my mind I just assumed I would finish the 6 months, have a big steak, go back to eating like the old days but work out hard to maintain my new weight. Well, not really crazy about that plan!

The Irish

Our last night in Ireland was spent at my friend Kevin’s cousin’s home for a home cooked meal and a right good kaleigh, a great session. Food, drink, laughs, songs, music, food, drinks, laughs, songs, music…

Being a fourth generation American I am as Americanized as they come, but there was something comforting, and familiar with the people, the land, and the food. Not to mention my friend’s cousin often referring to us returning to Ireland as, “when ye come back home.” I’ve never been to Denmark or Norway, but I’d like to suspect I’d have the same sensation because of my Mother’s blood lines. But there is so much Irish culture infused in American life, particularly New York City, that even my other friend, Chris, whose parents are Jamaican felt a similar bond to the culture of Ireland.

In true fashion of the Irish, all the cousins now in their 20’s, and with their own lives, were instructed to report to their parents home to say hello to their American cousin and his less-than-shy friends.

Taking full advantage of Irish hospitality and generosity I persuaded a woman I just met the night before to drive us to this home outside of Dublin. Herself looking like a distant cousin of either Joe or Rose Kennedy, this pretty lass, and lawyer, happily drove us out for our Sunday night dinner…festivities were to start at 1 PM. The meeting place? The local pub for pints before the ladies picked us up for dinner.

The Drink. Now, I have written often about how much drinking played a part in both my poor eating decisions, and itself contributing to my enormous weight gain. Also, it is a dicey situation to speak so freely about my drinking. In today’s America excessive drinking has become more taboo. Today any story about a drunken Johnny Depp, Derek Jeter, or Bono is the stuff of scandal, whereas the drink-infused stories around Humphrey Bogart, Mickey Mantle, or Frank Sinatra are the stuff of legend. Times have changed. Therefore some people are a little alarmed about my candid discussions on this blog.

In Ireland, even with the recent stiff drinking and driving regulations, “the drink” is still the cultural thread of everyday life. I saw scores of women, thin women in cocktail dresses, who could out-drink the average obnoxious Wall Streeter knocking back Jack and Cokes on Stone Street. Also, in Ireland, mixers for your drink are rare…so is ice. As the great Irish actor Barry Fitzgerald said in The Quiet Man, “When I drink whisky, I drink whisky, when I drink water, I drink water.”

Kevin’s cousins were Fergus and Beatrice, and like her sister Margaret, and husband Niall who opened their home to us in Galway, this family’s hospitality had no bounds.

As the women prepared the meal, Kevin brought his cousins up on all the goings on in America, Chris played soccer in the yard with the pesky but adorable neighborhood kid, and Fergus played his drums on the patio. His beautiful, young daughter works in a nutritionist’s office so we sat with My Vegan Quest opened on her laptop and I told her my story. Even though we sat side by side on a wicker bench next to the drums I always knew when I was inching, involuntarily, too close to her because Fergus’ drum playing would suddenly pitch from soft jazz taps to loud, tribal, banging thumps so as to scare me away. It worked.

And none of us where ever with an empty glass. Someone could be making mashed potatoes, spy one of our glasses of whisky running low, then sprint over for a refill. It was a house I did not dare nor desire to say “no.” Kevin’s cousins both on the west and east coast of Ireland where all too happy to exhibit such generosity, hospitality and showing the Americans a fabulous time. The three of us were legless by the end of the night, and the cousins beamed with pride. On this trip to Ireland moderation came in unique forms, but not on this night.

The meal started with halved avocado and a creamy sauce with shrimp. It was very good, and I realized that I would have loved just the avocado. Little feelings like these confirmed for me that this vegan quest changed what I want out of a meal – the best tasting, but healthiest option. The next course was salmon and salad. Equally tasty. The main course was roast beef, mashed potatoes, mushed peas, and gravy. What can I say? It tasted good. But, I would not want to eat this way every day. Being on holiday, and the guest in someone’s home it was easy not to think about or fret over the healthiness of one meal. After all, it was just one meal. But, this was the first time having a proper piece of red meat, and it made me think. I’ve had better meals that were entirely vegan. I enjoyed this dinner, it tasted good, but I knew I was not eating something that I had been “missing out on” this past 6 months. I was eating a tasty dinner of red meat and mashed potatoes with gobs of butter – but this was something that I will eat in someone’s home, happily I might add, and it will not be a weekly or monthly dish for me.

The evening ended with a friend of theirs bringing his guitar over for a rousing night of traditional Irish songs. I could not have been happier! The playing of the wooden spoons, the two ladies dancing around the furniture, the three Americans topped off with generous portions of hospitality, and the entire living room bouncing about with rousing renditions of all the classics:

As I was goin' over the far famed Kerry mountains,

I met with Captain Farrell, and his money he was countin'.

I first produced me pistol and I then produced me rapier,

Saying: "Stand and deliver, for you are a bold deceiver!".
Musha rig um du ruma da, Whack for the daddy-o,
Whack for the daddy-o, There's whiskey in the jar.

Yes, the next day I was hungover, and I craved my oatmeal, and salads, and fruit, and no booze. And that is the way I like it. Embracing moderation as a weekly, monthly, and lifetime event, which allows for these rare occasions of over-indulgence.

This is significant because for 10-20 years I would take this great night of less than healthy living and try to replicate it every chance I got. And like a dog chasing its tail, it was a futile effort to please myself through food and drink.

After this trip to Ireland I was able to step back, flirt with my old lifestyle, and walk away knowing I chose a better life for myself.

Stronger than the Five Elements of Taste

I remember the first time I remember having ice cream. I was about 4 years old. Now, I say "remember the first time I remember" because I have to believe my parents were not so abusive as to not allow me to have ice cream before I was 4. Anyway, I was given a bowl by my older brother, bit into it, and hated it. Why? I bit into it. Yet, I quickly got over my aversion and lived a happy childhood of eating ice cream.

About 15 years ago I got food poisoning from meatloaf. I have yet to go near it again my Pavlovian aversion is so strong. But, hey, no big loss there, I mean, no more meatloaf? Who cares!? When I was in military school we were fed cold pancakes almost every day. The result? I did not touch a pancake for 20 years.

My point is that food elicits a more personal and powerful reaction than just what your taste buds can deliver. Have a bad reaction to something? You may swear off it for life. Have a great reaction, and you think that piece of toast with Fortnum & Mason strawberry jam is the greatest tasting food on the planet...never mind that you had that toast and strawberry jam one morning in the suite of the Ritz Carlton in Paris with Scarlett Johansson laying next to you. The total emotion around it all will happily lead you to order toast and jam for the rest of your life. Sometimes to excess. If this food arousal is for toast and jam that is one thing, but if it is for chips, or beer, or chocolate, then that is another.

I say this because of a few of the same comments I heard during my vegan quest from people, "Salads without gobs of dressing taste like dirt." No one has wonderful memories of salads from their childhood - just ask my little brother about the famed cherry tomato incident. You don't like salad? Tough luck, you are forced to eat it as a kid. But in adulthood, any bad reaction to healthy, nutrient dense food, like spinach, leads to a convenient excuse to avoid it. If something tastes bad one day, you are not going to give it much of a chance again. If something tastes good, and the experience is enhanced -- those chicken wings and beer at the Pig 'n' Whistle when the Yankees beat the Red Sox in the Playoffs -- it creates an aura around the food that, in my opinion, transcends even taste. Both very positive or very negative reactions to food are extremely personal and long lasting (How many of you give a horrible restaurant a second chance?). But, if you have a crumby time at Disneyland one Summer, you are not going to swear off the theme park forever.

So yesterday I was put in a position to really fight the urge to not swear off one of the best foods for a nutrient dense diet, kidney beans. A powerful punch of vitamin B9, and fiber, these legumes also make you feel fuller after your meal. And they taste great on a salad. Walking down the salad bar at work I filled my plastic container to the rafters with three types of lettuce, black beans, chickpeas, carrot shreds, cucumber, peanuts, and sunflower seeds...and kidney beans. I took a scoop and there appeared a whitish sort of film on some of the beans, but I shrugged and added it to my large, daily, nutrient dense lunch. At my desk after the first mouthful I almost vomited. The kidney beans had gone bad. I was furious. I felt sick, and for the first time in 6 months I had an image flash with neon light intensity and said to myself, "Salads taste like dirt, much worse than dirt!"

Feeling I was stuck in the pages of Upton Sinclair's 1906 book, The Jungle, about the putrid and deadly state of affairs of Chicago's meat packing industry, I stormed down to the giant cafeteria. It didn't help that I was told in my first week of employment that our cafeteria was cited as one of the worst in the industry by an advertising trade publication. For the past 4 months I thought it was quite nice.

I saw a women in line scooping the kidney beans onto her salad and warned her. The manager came over, picked up the tray, smelled it and snapped his head back in revulsion. He apologized profusely, and gave me a $10 credit...Uh, I'd add another couple of zeros after that reaction.

I chose not to eat a salad that day, and not being a lover of kidney beans before I started this vegan quest, I really fought my urge to be totally repulsed by them now. I know I like them, and I know how good they are for me, so I will make sure I eat them again soon to forget my awful experience.

I went to my sushi restaurant for lunch.

 

The moral of the story? If your salad tastes like dirt, then make it not so, and then eat lots of it!

Thrilled to Mention the Global Interest in Healthy Eating

I just want to say a huge thank you for all that read this blog! According to Google Analytics this blog is read in 37 countries! In order of the most visits this week:
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Glad to Be Back...in more ways than one

I'll get to more of my Ireland holiday soon -- but here are a few photos...

Let me jump ahead to the last couple of days were I felt so much better after eating healthfully again!

The end result after this vegan quest, and a holiday eating closer to what I had done for 10 years prior was exactly how I was expecting it to go. I was not dying for meat, and when I had it it was good, but was not so good that I would ever consider going back to my old way of life -- same with the fish, and same with the drinking.


If I ate unhealthfully I felt "off" and craved fruits and vegetables. If I drank too much I felt bad in the morning and was quite angry with myself.  I felt 10 times better after a round of golf lugging my clubs up and down hills for 4 hours than if I sat in a pub for 4 hours drinking Smithwicks and munching on a sandwich.

I ate eggs and they tasted good, not as good as when I ate 3 per day almost every day, but not terrible at all. However, when I got back to the States I craved my oatmeal with peanut butter and bananas. I walked past big tray of eggs and bacon today and thought, well, I thought nothing -- went and got fruit and oatmeal not like I was honoring my quest, but because I wanted to!

And that is what it was all about for me. To totally dedicate myself to a vegan lifestyle, then test the waters to see if it "took." Well, I am thrilled it did -- I want to eat healthfully! If I have a decadent meal, I realize it was a rare occassion and go back to my diet of the last 6 months - not becasue of a "quest" now, but because I want to for my health, and I feel so much better!

I want to eat a healthy diet of mostly plants. I want to eat some chicken without any sauces, etc, and I want to eat fish. I am not craving, nor do I have any real curiosity about having a hamburger, or a steak, or a cheese pizza. But the thought of it does not make me cringe either.

My goal now that the quest is over, and the big vacation is over is to do two things - lose the remaining weight and keep it there. And live a healthy lifestyle!

You know, I don't feel totally different as a person, but I feel much much better about how I fuel my body. I'm still the same person for good or ill, and I am happy to live a life void of excess. I really did not have that much cheese, or beef, or milk in Ireland so I cannot say how specifically things tasted differently. And the fish I had was either a bit oily, or fried, or in a chowder.

When I started this vegan quest was to have a big steak dinner to 'reward' myself -- not anymore. I am just glad I have total control over my urges, and my education about nutritian.

I am overall very happy with what I want and don't want, and look forward to prepare to live the rest of my life!

Don't worry, I will keep writing about my trip, and the current foods I am eating.

Legends of the Acceptance

I drove from Limerick to Ballybunion golf course to play one of the most spectacular courses in the world. Ireland golf courses do not invest much in golf carts - mostly because a golf course was meant to be walked. But also, the many hills of a their links courses on the seaside are too hilly to be navigating with an electric buggy. So, as I teed up my ball and shot a drive down the middle of the first fairway (a minor miracle), I slung my giant golf bag (Americans are easily identified by their oversized golf bags) over my shoulder with pride and marched 18 holes up and down gorgeous hills wrapped in treacherous (to a golf ball) fescue grass. I had the immense satisfaction of playing golf properly - walking, and not once got winded. In the past I have gotten winded countless times, huffing and puffing, playing flat parkland courses in the States -- and with a golf cart, no less!

But this day, with the wind rushing off the Irish Sea and gently slapping my thinning face, I reveled in the special feeling of playing sport the way it was meant to be played! Now, there were pull trolley's to rent to be sure, but like that American who accidentally orders the whole giant duck instead of an individual portion in a restaurant in Hong Kong, and then faced with snickers and stares from the locals over the mistake, decides to eat the entire thing for pride of country, I forwent the trolley. After the starter's comment, "Jaysus, look at the size of that thing," I strapped my Callaway golf bag cum cello case over my back and set off into the brisk Irish air. There would be many more drives, precious few finding the fairway, but it was exhilarating, and after 18 holes I had enough stamina to go another 18 had I the time. As it was, I needed to rush back for, of all things, a BBQ.

Driving a car down Irish roads which were just wide enough for a horse and an anorexic goat, and on the left hand side of the road no less with approaching traffic bulleting past you inches away from the side of your car you are supposed to be sitting in, was like facing a suicidal death every 3 or 4 minutes. I turned the radio down to make sure my Hail Mary's were heard.

I pulled into the beautiful Shannon River town of Killaloe just north of Limerick for the BBQ. Now, to date I have had beef soaked in Irish stew, and plenty of fish, so "the big moment" was long over. But this was a BBQ - with all sorts of steaks and sausages on the the grill. I had no burning desire to try them, but when going to a BBQ there is a certain expectation that if you are a man over 5 feet tall you should not offended your host who has been standing over the hot charcoal grilling your meal and ask which way is the salad. Then magnify that expectation with the fact you are in a host country, and as an American it is commonly accepted at a BBQ that you should represent yourself as more John Wayne in "Rooster Cogburn" and less Nathan Lane in "The Birdcage." And if that weren't enough, now magnify this expectation by 100x when you realize just who I was visiting at this BBQ -- my friend, Anthony Foley, former captain of Munster Rugby, and former co-captain of Ireland's National rugby team. A true legend in Irish rugby. Now, who else was at this backyard BBQ that I was shooting the breeze with? None other than that bald tank, the legendary Keith Wood! Go to any pub in Ireland that has rugby paraphernalia and if you do not find a photo of Keith Wood on the wall I will be your manservant for a year.

These are men's men who spit nails and spent their 20's and 30's crushing other guy's skulls every Saturday around the world for fun. Foley's wife, whom I met once a year ago in, where else, P.J. Clarke's noticed how much weight I had lost and asked how. Oh, boy, I had not felt this embarrassed in admitting my vegan quest in probably 4 months. You don't go to a BBQ in a host country surrounded by men who rewrote the definition of toughness, and start spouting the benefits of a meal of broccoli and pine nuts. Not to mention their scarred, granite fists were never without a large, potent can of Bulmers hard cider, so telling the story of abstaining from alcohol for the past 6 months, even though my hand was similarly armed at the time, was going to go over about as well as saying tennis is a tougher sport. But I did, and they looked at me over their oft-broken noses and spouted some comments...

Now, at the BBQ I was interested enough to grab a sausage, knowing how terrible it was for me, because I was curious - not a burning desire, just curious, and it would be damn rude not too (note: Had this been during My Vegan Quest I would have gotten a perverse death-wish pleasure out of strutting my veganism - surely a more suicidal feeling than even zipping and flinching along the rocky N69 road out of Limerick). I also loaded my plate with salad, which I got from the party's one salad bowl that was smaller than the bowl of mayonnaise. I finished my small plate, neither disgusted nor enamored with the sausage, and looked for the trash bin. The host saw me and refused to help in my policing of the paper plate. "Here, there is more!" "Have more!" "C'mon, these are just off the grill!" "Take some more sausage!" My protestations finally won out. But I will admit to you now that had it been out-of-this-world delicious sausage I would have had more.

Yes, no problem in having sausage once every two or three months. That is where my head is at now - extreme, militant moderation. For those who thought I would come firmly to the side of complete veganism, I am sorry, it is not what I want to do. However, what I want to do, and what my body tells me what I need to do, is to have at least 80+% of my daily diet be plant based.

Now, back to the two legends of rugby. These are the comments I heard from them, "6 months no drinking? Jaysus, that's impossible!" "No meat, huh?" "Almost 60 lbs you say? That's over 4 stone!" "Wow, good for you." "Yeah, eating mostly vegetables are the key." "Hell, I could lose a few maybe I should do something like that." And that, was that -- these menacing men did not rip my head off with humiliation.

I firmly believe because I was big like them, and played rugby, and currently had a tiny bit of animal grease on my fingers and a beer in my hand they knew I was "normal;" that I was one of them in the world of manliness. And because of that I could talk about the amazing benefits of my vegan quest and it was accepted as a viable option for health reasons by these two beastly gentleman. Had I been a malnourished-looking, anti-sport, pacifist, my advocacy story of plant-based dieting would have never reached a point any farther than, "Hi..."

And with that, meeting these two giants in the world of rugby was a great thrill, and having these legends show acceptance of the benefits of veganism reaffirmed for me that so many other social platforms in this world can be more readily accepted -- it is all in how it is packaged.

I'm Back in the States!

I am back from Ireland, and I have plenty to write - will do so tomorrow. I will leave you with this though, a funny scene from the movie My Big Fat Greek Wedding which really cuts to the core of culture and diet -- and from my experiences in Ireland it proves that the Irish are no different from the Greeks, and the Italians, Germans, etc. where the culture is partly defined by the diet.

Miss My Vegan on Emerald Isle

Have not been close to being able to jump online the last few days. Quick recap:

PLAYED:

* Ballybunion, Cashen Course

* Adare Manor Country Club

* Athenry Country Club

* Warren Point Country Club

* Royal County Down Country Club

Non-Vegan Things I ATE:

* The "full Irish" picured here, more than once.

* Seafood Chowder

* Chicken dish

It may have been the Smithwicks, and whisky, but after a couple of days and eating and drinking like I did for 10 years it caught up with me and I woke up with a terrible stomach ache and cold sweats last night.

Again, I am happy for this! I am dying for a breakfast of oatmeal and fresh fruit, and a real and robust salad, so, yes, my 6 months of veganism cured me!

Still Alive in Ireland!

Sorry it has been so long since i wrote! My access to the web has been a tad restricted.

Ill try tomorrow, but i will say this:

1. ) America is not the only country with an obesity problem!

2.) I am missing my plant based diet. I am very happy that even a delivious tasting fish and chips feels like a lead balloon in my belly!

3.) No worries on me falling back into an unhealthy lifestyle! I feel worse if i have too much Guinness, and i feel bad after a less than healthy meal.  All good!

4.) my golf game can be better!

Again, sorry i have not been updating that much~\\

Slainte~

Terry

IRELAND

Greetings from Ireland!

First of all: America is not the only country with an obesity problem! Plenty of fat, ginger haired folks walking around the Emerald Isle.

You would think that after 6 months of no animal products I would head right for a slice of pizza, or a cheeseburger, or something decadent to remember what “normal people” ate. Well, I kept thinking that I was not going to waste a slice of pizza or a cheeseburger in Ireland, not to mention I did not have any burning desire for them.

Then I began to over-think it, “Where was I going to have my first piece of meat?” I decided that I would simply eat whatever came naturally; to not make a big deal over it. Now, why have meat at all? Well, two reasons. First, to get over the big deal of it all, and second, to quench my curiosity.

However, it was not until late afternoon that I decided to eat anything other than fruit and vegetables. Up until that time I ate an orange, a box of delicious strawberries I bought at a terrific famer’s market, and a pint of Guinness.

As I walked along the Shannon River in Limerick which was lined with BBQ grills celebrating the yearly Riverfest I decided that The Oyster House at Locke Bar was as good as any place to have my first meat and fish.

I decided that I would feel more comfortable if these things were in soups so I ordered the Seafood Chowder, and the Irish Stew. Well, the chowder was excellent – filled with mussels, clams, shrimp, and haddock. It was not some earth moving event that tied my taste buds in knots since I tried seafood for the first time in 6 months. The fish was fresh and delicious, and although it tasted salty to my virgin palate, it was a great dish. The Irish Stew was also quite good, but the meat was quite chewy. Now, you are not going to get the best meat in the world that is thrown into a stew at a bar on the river, but it was tasty and not the big, crazy event that I expected. OK, so I had some beef, it was not an “Oh My God” moment of, “So this is what beef tastes like?” I guess taste buds are like muscle memory – it just remembers.

Right, I had fish, and I had meat, the world can rest easy, the big moment was over. How do I feel? What do I think? What was it like? Well, I wish I could bust out some Oscar Wilde prose for you, but it was like the million other times I had beef and fish in my life. But, after 6 months every single ingredient was more pronounced. I think I expected it to be a bigger deal than it was. All I can say is that when I saw a salad go past me on the waiters tray it looked delicious. So, the big moment is over, and I have nothing clever to say. My goal is the same, my desire is the same, and my taste buds are the same – I am going to eat healthfully, and mostly, though not exclusively, plants – end of story.

What's Next For My Vegan Quest?

The question asked most often of me is this, "What's next?" What happens tomorrow? Well, I will be on the shores of Ireland tomorrow. I am not worried about what is "next." Next is tomorrow. If the question "what's next" is really a hidden question of "will you go back to your gluttony?" Well, I can emphatically state that my lifestyle has changed for good. I will never go back to that unhealthy body again, ever!


The vegan quest ends today, but the healthy quest will continue forever.

I will continue to blog -- mainly to document how I ease back into a life that includes animal products and measure my reactions, feelings, and thoughts.

But, I have no snappy answer for what's next. What's next? Nothing, except for eating mostly a plant based diet, and continuing to exercise.

For me there is no finish line. Today is the end of a journey that taught me self-control, discipline, and moderation. And although I will celebrate when I knock the remaining 15-20 lbs off, the real finish line is dying a natural death at a very, very old age.

The blog will continue, but I will take this moment to thank you all so very much! The encouragement and support from family, friends, and strangers alike was humbling, and motivating! Writing this blog was my silent partner because there was no way I could have done this alone.

Thank you especially to Heather Mills for supporting me so thoroughly with this crazy idea of hers, and to Dr. Joel Fuhrman who was a terrific coach during the process, and to dear Andi who guided me into this endeavor and remained in my corner the entire bout. And to those who read my blog every day and commented publically and personally - I was really touched my your words and encouragement.

This is not the time for long good-byes since this blog will continue, and my journey is never over.

So, my thanks to all of you and now it's on to Ireland and let's see what happens there!