About 4 months ago I made the very tough decision to give up eating meat and most dairy (I call it modified veganism aka “I want to still enjoy what I eat”). I’ve been 100% meat and fish free since, and while it’s very easy now, it certainly wasn’t the first two weeks. But overall, I feel great, healthy, energized, and I’ve lost 10 pounds.
I do find that I am still tempted from time to time – walking past a steakhouse, when my nose fills with the warm, smoky taste of filet – driving in a cab past Taco Bell at 1:00am after a few too many Belgian beers have filled my tummy – or watching a Burger King commercial, Dire Straight and their walk of life serenading me… makes me think of 4th of July and the movie “Sandlot” every time….
But my diet is not why I’m here writing today. It’s that damn Burger King commercial – it’s gone and got me all riled up and now I have to write about it. Ha-rumph.
I was running on my gym’s treadmill at lunch watching a juicy episode of CSI: Las Vegas (I miss Grissom) and up pops a Burger King commercial. Super fun, summery, All-American song, with young happy people on their way to Burger King. While sweat dripped into my eye and I struggled to breathe, I came to a startling realization – all of the people in this commercial are really skinny and really, really, ridiculously good looking. What the crap?! Why aren’t these “work friends” in their neck-ties and chinos busting their butts working out over lunch like I am? Where does this trendy fashionista do her yoga? When do they find the time to work out and look like that if they are eating at Burger King all the damn time?
Now I know, I know – commercials like this have been around for a long time. They would never put your average American in a $5 Old Navy 4th of July t-shirt on TV with a messy BK burger in one hand and a sparkler in the other. But let’s be honest. I have worked very hard to get to where I am at, via no meat and exercising during my lunch, so it bugs me when they show Victoria’s Secret models or David Beckham super pumped to dine with the King of dead animals. Is it even real meat?! At least at places like Uncommon Ground you know it’s locally sourced meat, from animals that were wooed to death with love and sprinkles and given daily massages up until then.
I guess once you work hard at being healthy you become more sensitive to stuff like this. But watch carefully – how many of those supermodels are actually swallowing? My point exactly.
Now if you'll excuse me, it's time to do the walk of life and burn off the calories I earned thinking about eating meat.