Sigh.
There’s a book that came out years ago called Smart Women, Foolish Choices. It was about women who are successful professionally but make less that stellar decisions where romance is involved. The premise of this book could apply to me, but today I’m not here to underwhelm you with tales of my love life.
I decided to buy meatless sausage. I knew better. There aren’t really substitutes for meat.
There is meat.
Then there are things that are not meat. Trying to make things that are not meat taste like meat is dumb. Or it involves a tremendous amount of chemicals. This didn’t stop me from being tempted in the grocery store.
Observe Oneika in the organic section looking for ginger, minding her business. Headphones on, doin’ a little dance to Bruno Mars’ ‘Gorilla’. (Don’t judge- it’s a great song)
Suddenly this package started winking at me and we know how I’m a sucker for flash. So I examine it. Tofurky Italian Sausage you say your name is… Really?
I should have run, but I didn’t.
Honestly I don’t miss meat. This same feeling hit me when I quit smoking. I’d see a cigarette and not even crave it, but it’s as if I had to test the addiction, let’s see if I’m really over smoking…. How well did that turn out?
I bring the Tofurky Italian sausage home. Like any good can come from something named Tofurky.
But ever the optimist and believer in happy endings I press on. I’m using my vegan challenge as a way to expand my horizons. I’m a foodie and don’t shy away from much, so why not try meatless meat?
It even sounds ridiculous, meatless meat. Good grief.
I was not satisfied. At all. It was weird and had a odd chemical taste. Not what I wanted.
Did you see Dead Again? It’s a great little film noir. In one scene, Robin Williams is a washed up shrink who notices that Kevin Branagh is eyeing pack of cigarettes. Williams offers one and Branagh declines stating that he’s quit. When Williams says that he noticed that Branagh looked at his pack of cigarettes 5 times in a minute, he might beg to differ.
“Someone is either a smoker or a non-smoker. There’s no in between. The trick is to find out which one you are, and be that. If you are a non-smoker, you’ll know.”
I’ve been thinking about this quote a lot as it relates to my meat issue.
Eat the cake or have it. Non-attachment baby.
I can’t linger in my meat filled past if I’m truly person who no longer eats meat. Trying to find a stand-in is not letting go, it’s being clingy and desperate.
Know when to walk away, know when to run…
I’m embracing the now because that’s where my bliss is…
This is yoga. And I love it.
Namaste y’all.
