Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Thoughts on Milk...

So, I'm sipping on a cocktail (vodka + Kahlua = vegan) and checking out Facebook stuff. I see a status update from the Silk folks that says:

"Makeover Monday! Swap out the cup of 2% milk on your cereal for Unsweetened Almond milk and save 85 calories. Do this daily and this small change could result in a loss of almost 9 pounds in a year! Added bonus: you’ll make your heart happy by sparing it over 1,000 grams of saturated fat."


Various folks start talking about milks. Soy. Almond. Cow.



Someone says:

"Will never drink cholesterol laced and artery clogging saturated fat cow milk again."


Someone else says:

"actually I'll change it out because I feel mentally well without dairy in my diet I know it sounds weird but it's true "


And, I don't know. It just made me think... I'm having a cocktail now that in a past life would have included either milk or half and half. I used to have a crazy milk habit that was almost a gallon a day when I was breastfeeding.

I started this whole vegan thing mainly to lower my cholesterol. And it's worked. And now, when I think about milk, it's not the same. I don't have the same desire or the same warm fuzzies. When I think about loading my noodles up with cream and butter and Parm, it's not the same mouth-watering experience as before. It's like, ewww. How did I ever do that?

But there's something else that's coupled with this change in desire. It's a realization that I may never in my life taste cow's milk again. It's such a strange thing, to process this, for some reason. I may never drink cow's milk for as long as I live.

It's my choice. I've been feeling for a while now that being vegan is a choice I'm making. Now that I've actually been doing it for a while, I feel like I'm swinging from the future tense (I'm not going to drink cow's milk) to the present tense (I'm not drinking cow's milk) to the past tense (I drank cow's milk in the past but don't any more). Like, it's a choice I've made. It's done. I'm vegan. Cow's milk is over. I decided that and I'm done with it. I don't have the desire to go back to it. Not because I'm fighting it. Not because I'm unsure. Not because I want to reserve the right to some future, occasional fling with it. It's like it's just something I did and it's over. Milk is over.

I'm done with cow's milk. No matter how sweetly the cows were treated or not treated. It's not mine to have. I don't want it.

Vegan is changing my brain.

2 comments:

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    Vegan momma bloggers unite! I feel that way about cow milk to. I won't even taste my own milk because it's kind of gross to me, so how was I able to drink it from cows? I used to LOVE milk. Love. Now, it's cow's breast milk. Pus, antibiotics, high toxic levels and baby stealing included

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  2. Isn't it strange how that happens? It is just not even appealing to me any more and I can't say I'm sad about it.

    Just added you to my blog roll so I can keep up. :)

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