I’ve mentioned it a few or 80 times on Twitter that I’ve recently cut out all animal products from my diet. I know, that makes me a vegan. No, I’m not walking around like this:
Nor am I wearing my hair in a long braid and clomping around in Jesus sandals. I’m just eating better and regulating my poo factory. nbd.
I’ll discuss all this in more detail later on, but for now I just had to tell you that I’m actually having fun! Not eating cheese makes me want to curl up in the fetal position and cry a little because it’s my favorite thing in the world, but my body really is thanking me for it. It’s a whole new way of thinking/cooking and it’s sort of forced me to be more creative in the kitchen, which I love.
Like, today I was all, “Justin, I think I’m going to attempt ratatouille at some point this week. Adventurous, yes?” And he goes, “Like with a mouse?”
He’s not exactly on board, but then again, HIS stomach doesn’t go all Hindenburg every time he looks at dairy.
Peace, love, and soy milk.