I have heard that it takes 21 Days to create a new habit, so I am going to give it a try for the new year. For the next 21 days I am going to eat strictly vegan, drink not one drop of wine, and blog about it every day. Lets see how it goes.
(Originally posted on January 6th, 2015 at breatheprojects.com)
The research I have read actually says that this 21 day rule is not entirely true, but I still think it is a good milestone to reach for. Apparently the length of time it takes to break a habit depends quite a bit on what the habit is, and how deeply engrained it is in you. Simple habits could take two weeks, where more developed or chemically dependent habits could take a few months. Damn.
I have been an off an on Vegan for a few years – I know that probably sounds silly, but I grew up in a foodie family so my tastebuds have a tendency to take over my better judgement (which is actually one reason why I may not actually publish this post?). The truth of the matter is: I am obsessed with painting animals and it makes me genuinely sad to think about eating them. The other truth is my tummy hurts when I eat animals and things move much “smoother” when I don’t (if you know what I mean). I realize my chances for success may be slim given my upbringing, but there is the off chance that publishing this post – even though I don’t have any readers – may create a little accountability. Yay for accountability!
My childhood memories are CHOCK FULL of food and wine. My father is in the food business and we did most everything of, at and around food – and still do. My parents were part of a gourmet cooking group with some friends, and I remember countless late nights watching my parents cook with their friends and listening to them talk, laugh and eat while we pretended to sleep. My parents were so into their food, that we used to pack our own meats and ship them to our vacation spots. Seriously, my parents would pack steaks on ice in a Styrofoam cooler and ship them to far away locations. WTW? Is that even legal?
I guess we could not run the risk of having a less than amazing steak at any point at any time? Was that the deal? These days not much has changed – when our family gets together we spend weeks talking about what we will eat when we see each other and every meal is spent talking about the next. Its exhausting, honestly – but we can’t help ourselves.