It's been two freaking months since I blogged! I officially suck at this. It isn't that we haven't been doing anything. We've done lots and there's lots to report on. I just suck at the reporting part. There's medical stuff, a wedding, and a vacation to discuss, plus pictures! I'll do all that later. (See how I continue to suck!)
But for now, I'm here to tattle on myself.
I did something the other night that I haven't done in 17 years.
I ate red meat.
I quit eating it when I was 12 because I didn't really care for the taste and it was a way to annoy my parents.I was a vegetarian for a loooooooong time (12 years or so) and a vegan for about 4 of those. I started eating chicken because I wasn't getting enough protein and my kidneys were freaking out.
Lately, I've been super frustrated with my diet because it's so limited. I can't eat any dairy products or eggs because I'm nursing the baby and we're trying to prevent him from developing food allergies like Victor has by not exposing him to the allergens (milk and eggs). It has seemed like the only things I can eat on any given menu when we're out to dinner are deep fried and horrible for me. I don't really care for deep fried foods to begin with (there are a few exceptions like really good fried chicken but on the whole-yech!) And it started me thinking. Red meat cannot be as bad for me as all the fried crap. I made the decision to not eat meat when I was a kid. My tastes have changed in other areas, so I wondered if they had in this one too. So I ate a little shredded beef I had made for John and Victor. It was weird, but it was kinda good. Not something I'd want to eat every day, but not something I'll refuse again. The weird thing is that I feel a little guilty about it. Like I did something wrong. How stupid is that? I know. I'm a freak.
