For almost four years up until last year, I didn’t eat poultry or most other meat, except for seafood. I was never fully vegetarian, but it was close enough for most people to assume that I was.
And once anyone noticed that my meal was made up of mostly greens with no visible meat on it, they would always want to now why. “Is it something religious? ..No?”
Most of them would subsequently assume it was for fitness (fanatic) reasons, and I’d usually just nod and agree. I didn’t want to explain that it was a combination of health, holistic, and compassionate rationale. Dietary choices just have a way of bringing up strange reactions in people, from being defensive to downright hostile.
I did feel much lighter in general, with far less mid-afternoon sluggishness, and the mostly-meatlessness simply felt right for my body (and soul) at the time. Friends would be amazed to know that I’d sit in KFC with my husband and watch him devour a 3-pc fried chicken meal without even wanting a single bite.
But I’d always maintained that if I ever suddenly felt like eating meat again, I would just eat it. No big deal.
Then some time mid last year, the feeling started to creep up on me. One night after pole class when I suddenly really wanted a piece of chicken, I knew it had hit me.
This time, everyone assumed that I just needed more protein because of all the energy I was using up by pole dancing. And again, I mostly nodded and agreed. I even believed it for a while myself.
But after a few months I realized that it really has nothing to do with protein or nutrition. (It’s a little known fact, but dark green leafy vegetables contain all the protein we need. We’ve just been conditioned to believing that we need to get our protein fix from animal sources.)
Anyway I did a little soul-searching and asked myself why I really wanted to eat meat again, and the answer is this: Yes, the pole dancing was catalyst for it but it wasn’t that I needed any more protein.
Don’t laugh, but… it just awakened a slightly more primal energy in me, something that’s also slightly predatory… and that something wanted to eat like a predator again.
And so, I do.
End of story.