Pescatarians for a week…

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Well, almost a week. Tomor­row morn­ing will be a week. I got the idea when we start­ed hear­ing about all the Covid prob­lems in the meat-pack­ing plants. Rather than hoard­ing meat, it seemed like we could explore oth­er options. Karen liked the idea. Both of us real­ized it would prob­a­bly be good health-wise. My third motive was curiosity—I had no idea if it would be hard to give up meat for a week.

Orig­i­nal­ly, I sug­gest­ed veg­e­tar­i­an­ism. Karen point­ed out that we have both want­ed to add more fish into our diet, and this would be the per­fect oppor­tu­ni­ty. We agreed to approach it gen­tly. We’d go one week. We bought a nice salmon filet for Mon­day night. Since fish doesn’t keep, and we’re try­ing to avoid the gro­cery store, we planned on going with tuna lat­er in the week. With bread and eggs and cheese still on the table, even a hearty eater like me should be okay.

I expect­ed it wouldn’t prove too dif­fi­cult. Both Karen and I hoped we might drop a few pounds. I knew it would make my youngest sis­ter, a die-hard veg, hap­py. I already had it in my head it could lead to a blog post (two essays a week isn’t that easy!).

It has played out just about like I thought. Stay­ing away from meat was easy. (Way eas­i­er than Dry Jan­u­ary!) I always have the same break­fast when I play golf anyway—a yogurt, a banana, a pack of cheese crack­ers or a gra­nola bar, and one or two cuties. My cus­tom­ary beer (drink­ing in the park­ing lot, social dis­tanc­ing) after the round has no meat. I can make a mean grilled cheese for lunch. (My grand­daugh­ters even ask me to.) And our din­ners, most­ly engi­neered by Karen, were as deli­cious as pre-pesca. And as of today, I lost one pound.

The biggest ben­e­fit of doing some­thing like this is spir­i­tu­al. If you read my blog, you can tell I do a lot of the same things every day. That’s not a bad thing—it’s a bless­ing of retire­ment. But I have to remem­ber that change is good. If you’re not chang­ing, you’re not grow­ing. Rou­tine is an enemy—it lures us into com­pla­cen­cy. And I’m pret­ty sure less meat in our diets would have a ben­e­fi­cial effect on our planet. 

So what about tomor­row? I’m think­ing about two of those frozen White Cas­tle slid­ers for lunch. Karen and I are both way too con­ser­v­a­tive to waste food that we’ve already bought. But I’m also going to car­ry an aware­ness that what I want and what I need are fre­quent­ly not the same thing. It’s not a bad thing to lean to the side of need. Most of all, I want to keep chang­ing things up. Life isn’t meant to be a routine—following God nev­er is.

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