There is no point in exercising or trying to get fit if your diet doesn’t reflect what you are doing. For most people at this time of the year, they will be regretting those drunken announcements that they are quitting smoking, running 5k a day, or simply eating healthy. I feel your pain. But while some people are starting to slip back into old habits already, I tried to kick it up a bit with some cooking to go with my running everyday.
Don’t get me wrong, I love cooking and trying new things. If you follow me on Instagram then you have seen the pictures of food that have come out of my oven. But sometimes, things don’t go to plan. Take today for example. My husband had picked up some fresh fish for the dinner. How nice! I like fish. I like cooking fish. But what appeared from the sealed bag from the fish counter was not nice.
Like I said, I’m all for trying new things but this looks like something that Pixar would design an evil fish on for the next Finding Nemo movie. What made this even worse (yes, it got worse) was the fact that the eye, that white mass poking out from its little fish head, the thing that looks like it’s the pathway to Hell, exploded. Full-blown eyeball explosion with pus and everything. It probably wasn’t pus, it was probably the inside of the eye liquified…..(ya know what? Tha’s not much better!)
Clearly, I had not thought this through. I like fish but not fish that can beat me in a staring contest. This charming fellow won. Until his eye exploded. Anyway, clearly I am not cut out for the whole uber natural, close to earth cooking thing. Come to think of it, I don’t even like chicken pieces because the thought of finding a little chicken rib cage turns me.
After thinking about, I really started wondering why I eat meat at all. Don’t worry, I’m not going to get all vegan and preachy here. But after looking this guy in the eye (literally) I started wondering if I could eat another animal again. Ok, this guy is ugly as sin and I didn’t want to eat him because of how he looked, a bit shallow of me. But then I thought about the cute lambs, the fluffy chicks and cuddly piggies. I really didn’t like the thought of eating them. Except for ducks. I hate ducks.
And now I am conflicted. Do I continue to eat meat because it is tasty? Or has that ugly fish put me off eating anything with eyeballs? Could I, the wife of a butcher, really become a vegan? I’m not expecting him to join me if I do. Asking him to give up bacon would be like asking the cat to stop licking its bum. They would both look at me like I was mad and then return to the activity.
So, while some of you are regretting your choice of New Years resolution, I might have had another forced upon me. Can I really do it? I think I can. Do I want to do it? Look at the picture of the fish again and ask me why I wouldn’t want to do it. And does drinking my smoothie with a penis straw count as consuming meat?