I was talking to a friend last week about my meat eating days.
My meat eating days which are over, kaput, dust to dust ashes to ashes, gone and buried, and never to come back.
I had gone off on him about the fact that he cannot see his big toes while standing, and when he lies down he has to elevate his feet to remember what his toes look like.
I was telling him that he was so pudgy that I could see the oil oozing out of his pores, and if I was a cannibal I wouldn’t need any fat to fry him. And because he is my friend I could tell him “Fred, this is not what your wife signed up for” while poking him like a reject breadfruit with my pointing finger.
Try as I may I couldn’t divulge my friend from his meat eating stand though. He just laid his head back, laughed, and said the more meat for him now seeing I quit. “ I loub mah meat” he said.
Yesterday, in my efforts to not give up on him I said to my friend Fred, “Do you notice how a lion eats meat?” “Yea!” he replied. “He don’t eat no grass like you he loub meat like me!”
“But my friend” I continued. He only eat meat once a few days, sometimes weeks, and he is a carnivore. You, an omnivore, eat meat three times a day. For breakfast, lunch, and even more at dinner!”
At this point he gave me one of those Hyena laugh and I knew my work was seriously cut out for me. Moving on to my business at hand I begun to realize that if I am going to convince him not only will it take time, but prayers too.
At this point too I realized something else. It dawned on me, like the sudden appearance of a pubertal child. Yes! The same one that was a child yesterday but today; something else. The realization was that meat must be a drug. An addictive drug.
All of a sudden I am faced with this dilemma, the dilemma of the fact that meat eating is addictive and a life changing, in your face experience (like puberty). How in the hill of Sam, am I going to save fred? was the question to self. Meat marketed and presented as a part of a balanced diet, will make you crave for more, you will want more.
That congealed mass of corruption that breads maggots and offensive odors if left in the elements, will make you die with the appetite for it. For many a condemned their last meal is from a prime cut!
Interestingly, most other natural foods will grow back even if they die, or be preserved by the elements for posterity if left in the open. Not so with meat. Most natural foods are consumed on rotation probably because they are seasonal, and maybe because of their abundance in varieties and taste. For that matter they do not appear to be addictive.
When was the last time you hear someone say “I am addictive to fruits and vegetables”. On the other hand I have personally heard it said “I am addicted to meat”. In fact such was the case with yours truly, and borrowing your bull horn, I can now say “I was addicted to meat”. Surely the more you get, you will still want more (like hard drugs).
You will even crave for it in its most addictive form: fried.
In this form it will send those molecules to your brain and puts you in frenzied desires like feeding sharks. The TV ads. will make your mouth water, and you have to go treat yourself with some deep fried (chicken). You can’t wait to tear it off its bones. Sometimes the other form and no less evil, and proudly peculiar to America is when you slap a quarter pounder between a bun. You can double or even triple the stack with gooey cheese, open your mouth wide and chomp down as you made the kill.
Indeed! The lion in the jungle has no hold on you as you made that kill. As insatiable as the desire, but unlike the lion, you will be back tomorrow for more. Napkin please! You wipe your buccal cavity, and sauntered off with tail high like a muskrat patriarch.
It is no wonder that my friend is as rotund as a pig! Funny enough he exercises every day on his treadmill and cannot loose the gut. Spinning a wheel gives no forward momentum and that is exactly what he and many others do. But look who’s talking wasn’t I in that same shoe? You bet I was. But look who’s talking now: a new me.
I have seen the light and reaching for the mountain top like Luther king. I am a new man, this is a new dawn, a new day, a new life, and I am feeling good. Soon I will be able to strut my stuff life Jennifer Hudson who modernizes that Nina Simone song. I have became the next inductee like Bill Clinton in this new life and like him, have not missed meat (See link) I am hitching up my wagon with the soon 50% of the UK who will be vegans by 2020.
Unfortunately it took bill Clinton a heart attack to stop liking meat. Conjunctly it took me to have gotten prostate cancer, and my subsequent examination of my fat filled/cowboy diet, to detest eating meat. I hope my friend does not have to have one of these rude awakenings to step off this wrecking train. And I hope the same for you too.
I survived Prostate cancer to tell the tales. Please read my documented survival story in Prostate Cancer And Me…Or You, The Two Stages (Man To Man) and other expressions In Its On Now and The Face Of faces when you visit my profile page and click the books tab at Amazon Author Central.
Until such time please walk good and pack light.