This weekend was a little rough for me, I felt like it was meat eaters vs. plant eaters at times. Especially when my husband and son made their bacon and egg breakfast tacos on Sunday. I try not to separate myself from the guys when they eat meat, but I really, really, really don’t like the smell of bacon. It’s hard for me to be around it. Thankfully my husband makes it in the oven so the grease doesn’t get everywhere. I really appreciate this because my precious juicer is parked right next to the stove, I’ve had to rescue it from meat that was being browned before. The only downside of him making it in the oven is that every time I turn the oven on I smell the bacon all over again. My son and husband both enjoy it so much so, I just live with it. I usually wait until after they cook to take a shower so at least I won’t smell like bacon all day. Yes it’s tough living with a bunch of meat eaters, it’s just as tough for them living with a herbivore. Sometimes I forget that.
My family is going through a big change as well. There was a time when we all ate the same things and now we don’t. Sometimes I forget to be more sensitive to that, I don’t put myself in their place very often. To be honest I make a lot of faces when I’m around meat and I know it’s not very nice. I wouldn’t want anyone to make fun of my food. Sometimes I can be a little bit too sensitive to comments my husband makes. To be fair to him at one time we both loved the same foods now I’ve changed and sometimes he doesn’t know how to deal with that. It’s important for me to keep that in mind. I don’t try to push my diet on my family, but it’s hard not to let it affect me when I’m making their dinner.
I don’t enjoy cooking very much. I prefer making salads and preparing raw foods, as a result at times my cooked meat based meals are less than creative. I just can’t help it, I don’t like touching raw meat or reading about different ways to prepare it. I didn’t plan on this happening it just did and I can’t make it stop. But there is hope for us.
The key to living in a house with mixed diets is to be respectful and communicate. Maybe I could not open the windows as soon as they start to make bacon especially when it’s really cold outside. I wouldn’t like it if they told me my cauliflower was stinky or my green juice looked gross. I will never go back to eating meat and they will likely not stop eating meat. I asked my husband if he wished I ate like I did when we first got married and he said yes. We both know this will not happen so we have to compromise.
My husband and I don’t cook together on weekends anymore like we used to and I miss that. I don’t miss the food, I miss spending time in the kitchen together and being excited about cooking the same thing. I guess it’s not fun for him to make steak for one. I still enjoy eating good food and creating new recipes so we are thinking of ways to still make cooking together work. I never thought that changing my diet would have such a profound affect on my life. It’s something I wasn’t prepared for, but I know I could never go back to my old way of eating. I just wouldn’t be happy and they know that.
When we start feeling like we are being picked on by our loved ones it’s important to look at ourselves before we point fingers. Most of the time we are doing something either consciously or unconsciously to cause this. Talking about it helps a lot. I no longer feel picked on after talking about it. I will no longer pick on my family for their food choices either. It’s not fair.