If I had started a food blog last year, entries would have sounded something like, ‘How to Gorge Yourself With Cereal,’ ‘You Can Never Have Too Much Chocolate,’ or ‘Cheese! Cheese! Cheese!’
Living in a dorm and away from family is hard for many reasons. For me, not having my mom’s wealth of recipes or her (what I believed to be inherent) super-cleanliness, food was a big issue. As a lifelong vegetarian, I struggled to find healthy and satisfying options, which resulted in bagel ‘n’ cream cheese breakfasts, lunches and (sometimes) dinners. It was either a tasteless salad or an unhealthy, buttery/creamy/oily breadthing. But how did I get to this point?
I was born a vegan and never really questioned my upbringing. When I was little, eggs and dairy were introduced into my life to make things easier at school (baking was a problem and I wanted to fit in). I never wanted to eat meat, because I’ve always loved animals and have tried to be cruelty-free my whole life (I didn’t start to see eating dairy or eggs as harmful to animals for years, and then went into a sort of denial after that.) Though I did end up experimenting with fish and sushi (though, honestly, I don’t really like the taste) I have always been content with my vegetarianism.
However, (and I think this has to do with the fact that I was raised vegetarian and never had to do any solid research to convince family members and the like) I didn’t had a concrete reasons that I was comfortable with, as to the big why question. So last year, all on my own for the first time, I made feeble attempts at answers, and when I sounded foolish, I would just eat. I was strong enough to stay vegetarian but I never had any great arguments f or my more “eccentric” eating habits (Why organic? What’s wrong with pesticides? What about preservatives? Is milk fine? RBHG? What happens to the chickens/cows/bees that produce eggs/milk/honey?) Rather than asking myself all of the necessary questions, I just pushed them aside.
Not only did I start feeling bloated, gain weight and feel lazy all the time (as if that isn’t bad enough), but I’m pretty sure my stomach began to e-x-p-a-n-d . I began eating more and more and more, because I wasn’t getting enough nutrients. Over the summer, I began to critically look at my eating habits and read some nutrition books, and by Thanksgiving I was a Macro-loving, Raw-dabbling Vegan.
For the past few months I have been regular visitors to a couple of different food blogs, including Chocolate Covered Katie, Rawdorable, Adventures of Raw Goddess Heathy, Urban Girl Scout Cooking, and Love Veggies and Yoga.
All of them are great blogs that have inspired the way I see the world, especially my options as a girl living in a dorm with crazy fire regulations.
Recently, I’ve felt that I, too, have a lot to contribute to the web. I try to balance my classes, free time and eating time (yes I am separating eating time and free time because I don’t consider food as something to splurge on occasionally, it is health and it is necessity), and it can be a daunting task to make healthy choices with so much other stuff to get in the way. It all comes down to my realization of self-worth, which includes treating my body with respect: for the past few months I have been making an extra effort (and it’s hard in a dorm full of girls) to sleep at least eight hours a night and to eat well: less processed food, more fresh goodies, more ‘healthy’ desserts, more fruit, more veg, etc.
I also got a beautiful new camera last summer, and will be taking eyecandy-foodiepiccies (read: pictures of my concoctions) with it.
So without further ado, let the games blogging begin! 😀