I’m taking a deep breath as I write this because it’s a biggie: I’m toying with the idea of doing Veganuary. In case you’ve been in outer space for the last couple of years, Veganuary is the challenge to go Vegan for the month of January.

I’ve been flirting with the idea of trying a vegan diet for a while and always seem to hit the same roadblocks, namely:

  • I’m married to your typical meat and spuds Irish man and have a small child who thrives on the same diet.
  • Aforementioned Irish man comes out in hives at the idea of eating tomato, garlic or anything ‘spicy’, which rules out 80% of tasty vegan food.
  • Being vegan seems to take a lot of planning and I suck at planning.
  • Being vegan seems to take a lot of self-discipline and see previous.
  • My favourite foods involve butter, meat, bacon, cheese and ice cream. Even the idea of going without them induces cravings. Also honey is my go-to anti-lurgy fighter so it’s an especially cruel blow to add it to the banned list.

You’d think it’s a lost cause but I keep circling back towards the idea. There’s something intriguing about the testimonies of the converted. If the health claims are even halfway true, then I should be feeling a lot better by the end of January 2017.

I’m thinking about ways of keeping myself honest and I’m leaning towards a Just Giving page and a public declaration of intent. My co-workers have watched me demolish roast chicken dinners for the last few months and will no doubt raise an eyebrow at the idea of abstinence on this scale but I’m hoping they’ll chuck a few quid to charity for the pleasure of wafting chicken goujons under my twitching nose. Cheap thrills, people, cheap thrills.

I’m not totally there yet… but it’s fair to say that I’m circling the drain.


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