Yes I know it’s completely Un-American for me to consider giving up beef. I mean it’s “what’s for dinner” right? What’s life like without a hamburger? And Oh My Gawd, what’s life without a melt-in-your-mouth tender and divine $40 steak from a fancy restaurant? Well, the answer is that I can live a life that’s perhaps much healthier without all of that. I know firsthand that people often get their panties in a bunch when you tell them that you don’t eat a particular type of food.
But, here are my reasons:
1) I already gave up eating pork. When I tell people I don’t eat pork, some of them look at me crazy like I said I eat boogers for breakfast. They take MY eating preferences so personal. “Swine is Divine!” “Oh, you’re crazy” “Why???” and the typical, “Oh good, more bacon for me.” I’m never judgmental about it, and I don’t point the finger and say tsk-tsk you shouldn’t eat it either. I usually defuse the conversation by saying “my doctor told me not to eat it.” Which she actually did, except that was a couple years after I had already decided not to eat it. I can’t remember exactly how long it’s been since I ate a piece of pork sausage or pepperoni, but probably close to 5 or 6 years. I remember that I physically felt better, lighter and “cleaner” after about 3 days. Pork always made me feel queasy anyway. But I do have to admit that not eating pork revolutionized breakfast and made me get really creative with the breakfast meats. Have you ever tried chicken sausage?? It’s so good. Most of the time though it’s simply no meat with breakfast which saves on calories I would have otherwise eaten.
2) Eating Beef increases your blood pressure. A few years back I was diagnosed with high blood pressure. I pop a tiny pill every morning and try not to add salt to food. I kind of filed it into the “I’ll worry about it one day” pile. But when I asked my GYN at 31 years old, how serious I need to get about whether I want kids, she said my age is the least of my worries, and that I should worry about getting off blood pressure meds. Yikes! I had NEVER even considered that. If I meet the man of my dreams and we want kids, taking a daily med while pregnant is definitely not something I’d want to do, even if it is the ‘safer’ version of the medicine.
3) Watching how they treat the cows is pretty sad/gross. If you really want to be grossed out, check out this YouTube video with the literal hole they put in the side of the cow to dig out infections and other nasty stuff. And check out my video review of the book Skinny B!tch, the authors are all in favor of a vegan animal cruelty free diet.
4) Erika doesn’t eat beef. Who in the heck is Erika? She’s one of my role model weight loss bloggers (she’s a recovering emotional eater that eats clean (whole unprocessed foods) and lost like 150 lbs.) She wrote a great post about The Case Against Eating Beef.
5) I’ll Eat fewer french fries. Almost every time I order a burger it comes with a side of fries and a sweet drink. Sure I could swap it out and eat a fried fish sandwich or a battered chicken sandwich with the fries and drink, but honestly that doesn’t sound that exciting to me, and I’d probably skip the whole drive thru all together if I can’t eat a cheeseburger.
6) I Want Pretty Insides. I often wish there was a scale to track your internal health progress. When I step up to the internal scale, it should take a quick blood sample. And then announce “hey your cholesterol is down and you’ve lower your chance of dying from heart disease by 5% oh, and you’ve lost 2 inches of fat from your waist line. I need that scale so I can see that my evenings in the gym are paying off even if the other scale doesn’t acknowledge my hard work.
So… have I made up my mind 100% to give up beef?…nope, I’m stubborn like that. But these are some pretty compelling thoughts swirling in my mind. It’ll probably make family BBQ’s downright boring, but then again, maybe I could focus on the conversation and not who took the last hamburger. Do you eat pork? Do you eat beef? Are you vegetarian? What are your thoughts?
P.S. My 5K race is NEXT weekend; I’m totally not ready, still struggling and sweating through Week 4. But I’m also still hitting the gym 3 or 4 times a week training. I will definitely attend the race, I don’t care if it takes me an hour to finish the 3.1 miles. My goal is to finish and not be last, I can’t let some lady with a baby stroller pass me up…. As long as I cross the finish line, I still get a medal for my collection, and that’s what counts.