We all know the maxim “You are what you eat,” and this idea has never been more true or obvious than in the fattening of America in the last generation or two.
Since the start of my most recent vegan challenge, I feel like I have improved my overall diet by a huge margin, particularly since I am not eating cheese. Cheese is full of calories, mostly in the form of milk fat, and doesn’t offer much nutrition to an adult. When this challenge is over, I might re-integrate hen’s eggs into my diet (especially the farm fresh eggs Abby’s co-worker brings us), since eggs can have a place in healthy nutrition, but I don’t know if I will start eating cheese again.
My new favorite meal is a wrap that contains red cabbage, broccoli, onions, and Gardein Veggie Chick’n Strips, sautéed in olive oil, lightly salted and peppered.
I really like cheese, especially interesting varieties. But I’ve noticed the odd addition of cheese where it doesn’t belong, too — not so much in restaurants, but in my own home. Salad? Meh. OK, but not for me. Eggs? I’ve heard of that, but no thanks. Meatloaf? RED BEANS?!?
And Will, I must chime in. Your wife lost the weight because she was nursing and generally caring for an infant; it’s made two of my friends hypermetabolic, even. Correlation ain’t causation.