Fact: I am the only married man you know who is a vegan. We are a rare breed, as I am well aware.
A question I get sometimes is this: “Don’t you miss it? Don’t you wish you could just bite into a juicy steak sometimes?”
My answer is always a quick, “No, not at all.”
I know it’s easy for an outsider to assume that vegans are secretly hungry because they don’t get enough protein.
Granted, I think I am easy proof that I actually get more than enough protein. After having been a vegan for over three years, a vegetarian for 4 and a half years, and kosher (no pork or shellfish- yes, that includes bacon!) for 7 and a half, you can easily see I’m not withering away.
In fact, I’m currently working on shedding the last 5 of the 7 pounds I gained while supporting my wife in her pregnancy cravings. (Organic tater tots and vegan chocolate candy bars do more damage than I previously thought!)
My wife and I have discussed what would happen if she ever ate meat again; as she’s been kosher and a vegetarian as long as I have. I explained that if she ever went back, it could easily tempt me to do the same, which would mean I could have the freedom to eat fast food again.
As I explained to her; it’s not the good, healthy, organic, non-GMO meat that she would cook that I would be so excited about. I could care less about that.
Instead, what I psychologically miss is the glory of fast food.
I miss being able to spend so little money on food that is unnaturally tasty (thanks to the addictive trio of high fat, high sugar, and high sodium).
I miss the convenience of dollar menus and drive-thru’s.
I miss not ever asking myself where my food is coming from, beyond a Sysco delivery truck.
I miss not worrying about the future effect of fast food on my body.
I miss not associating eat red meat with the increased chances of getting diabetes or prostate cancer.
The thought of me ever eating fast food again disgusts her enough to the point where I’m pretty sure she’s won’t ever be tempted to go back. (I used to sneak fast food when she and I first got married 8 years ago.)
Life was easier when I ate fast food. I admit, I miss that.
The place I miss most is Captain D’s. Ah, their greasy, crunchy, fried mystery fish of the sea; made complete with tartar sauce and cocktail sauce. Wash it down with sugary sweet tea… I miss that place more than any burger joint.
But here’s what I don’t miss:
I don’t miss having “untreatable eczema” on my hands, to the point I could barely type on the computer keyboard.
I don’t miss the daily headaches.
I don’t miss the constant sinus pressure, or getting sinus infections every couple of months.
I don’t miss the acne.
I don’t miss being my pants size being size 34; where as I’ve remained size 31 for the 3 years I’ve been a vegan.
So yes, being a strict vegan takes some fun out of life. It’s true.
And I do miss fast food.
But for me, what I psychologically miss isn’t worth more than how I am physically benefiting from doing without the fun stuff.