|Flickr: bekiwithian (apparently the white stuff is the vegetarian versions of burgers and sausages)|
As the title indicates "Confessions of an ex-vegetarian" is all about my fourteen years as a vegetarian, as well as some other foodies' experiences on the non-meat-eating side of the foodie fence.
Fourteen years is a long time. Until I did the interview I didn't even realize just how long I was a vegetarian. I have to say that while I wish I could take back many of my unwise 'life choices' I don't feel particularly bad about being a vegetarian for that long, nor am I particularly proud of it.
It would be interesting, though, to know what my body would look like now if I had been able to adopt a healthy diet when I was twenty-three--working out, not eating massive amounts of carbohydrates, eating mostly 'real food' like I do now--rather than what I did do.
Other than the fact that I never shared a steak with my mother before she died, I don't have many food regrets. Well, that's not true--I do regret a lot of the solitary eating I did in middle school, high school and college involving candy, cake, doughnuts, and diner take-out. Those were a lot of joyless calories that got in the way of me really living my life. I guess for people who don't have the constitution or inclination to be heavy drinkers, stuffed French toast is as close as we'll get to a long weekend.
I'm tempted to say that food that is shared is never to be regretted, but that wouldn't be accurate either. I've enjoyed many solitary meals and hated many social ones. I guess the exact 'prescription' for every person's diet is that delicate balance of 'just the right food, in just the right quantity, at just the right time, for just the right reason.' Which can be so hard to strike.
Do you have any food regrets about the way you ate in the past?