
I have to be honest, I'm getting pretty bored with this. I'm going to try to stick it out for the month, but I guess I'm not as enamored with my vegan lifestyle as I thought I was. I guess that means I'm just pretty happy being vegan and I don't have to shout it from the rooftops. Or something.
Today I'm going to talk about feeding children. I'm a teacher, so every day I see what kids bring in their lunchboxes and what they're served in the school cafeteria. School lunches are wholly unhealthy and home-packed lunches aren't much better. Everything's prepackaged and processed and kids are eating very little in the way of fresh, whole food. Even parents who try to pack a balanced lunch for their children would be surprised to see what their kids are doing at school. Most kids, whether they buy or bring, throw away the bulk of their lunch, except for the sweets. The lunch line business is booming with ice cream sandwich and cookie purchases, but almost no one goes for the steamed broccoli, on the rare occasion that it's offered.
I'm often asked if my future children will be vegan. The answer is yes. I'll qualify that by adding that it's going to be a long, difficult battle for me to conceive and carry a biological child (I would love to adopt a child, whether I can have a bio-kid or not), so I'll be damned before that kid ever puts a chicken mcnugget or cheeseburger or fast food anything in his mouth.
Here's the deal. People judge me for saying my kids will be vegan. They can pretend they don't but they do. They think because my kids won't drink cow's milk or eat string cheese, they will be ridden with rickets, scurvy, and all other sorts of medieval illnesses. They won't get enough protein, and they'll look like little emaciated street urchins, standing at the front door with tears in their eyes whenever the ice cream truck rolls down the street. They'll be ostracized at birthday parties because they won't be able to eat cupcakes with frosting loaded with trans fats. And they'll miss out on all the wonderful holiday memories of stuffing themselves with turkey until they fall into a tryptophan-induced haze. Poor things, these future children of mine.
I'm gonna be honest. I think fast food is disgusting. I think processed foods are dangerous. Have I been there? You bet I have. I've eaten double cheeseburger meals from McDonalds with a super sized container of french fries and a large coke on more than one occasion. Am I happy about that? No way. I wonder every day if the garbage I put into my body had an effect on the mess of a reproductive system I'm stuck with. I hate that I could have done a better job of taking care of myself and trying to preserve my fertility. I hate that I didn't treat my body as I should have for many years. I wish I could go back and undo all the crap I've eaten in my life, but I can't. I can only go forward. My diet isn't perfect, but it's a heck of a lot better than it ever was. More than that, I don't want to pass along my unhealthy habits to my children. I think they deserve better.
Having been vegan for several years now, I believe veganism is the healthiest (and kindest) lesson you can teach a child and one of the best things a parent can do for their family. That's what I plan to do, and I'm ok with whatever people think of it.
So much for not shouting it from the rooftops, huh? GO VEG!