Post-yoga and feeling fine

Okay, this post is going to make people think I'm a big effing hippie. And you know, maybe I am-- my hair and fingernails certainly attest to it.

But yes, I'm not eating meat for a little while. For at least a week, to test the dolphin-safe waters. I read up on the benefits of a vegan diet somewhere (I know where, I'm just too embarrassed to disclose), and it actually made enough of an impact that I'd give it a shot. Why not? I have the whole rest of my life to chow down on animal carcass if I decide that my diet was lacking without it. Otherwise, I feel like I'm making a political statement that worldwide veganism would, YES, be an insanely positive thing. (My favorite fun fact is actually that the collective farts and burps of animals raised for slaughter are releasing enough methane into the air to punch a hole in the o-zone. In hindsight, I'm a bigger fan of sensation than fact, and it is for this reason that I'll never be a journalist.)

No meat. No dairy. Just whole grains, fruits, vegetables and (ohlordy) soy. Which isn't too far a cry from what I manage to eat anyway (I didn't say I was eradicating fried food, afterall). If in a week I feel as good as coughskinnybitchcough says I will, maybe I'll look into a longer trial. But really, after this morning's yoga (I sucked, but I feel great) and Jamba Juice, the endorphins alone are convincing me that I could get used to this bright and shiny vegan feeling.

Give it a week.