Hey ya'll,
So recently I have been experimenting with Veganism. Even I can hear the eyes roll as I imagine this being read (if anyone reads it), but it's true...what started off as Vegetarianism has now advanced to a more ridiculous stage, 'but how has this happened?' you might be inclined to ask.
Well, back in February, Lent was looming as the dust from a hearty Christmas and my Fabulous January birthday began to settle, bringing with it a fresh need for reinvention and focus. It might not have ever been clear to the lovely people within my circles, BUT I have actually tried to become Veggie before, like, 2 years ago (and also before that pre London). This time felt different...this time felt...'right' you know? Like I knew I was ready for something new and beneficial to help me achieve a healthy, varied and balanced diet instead of my 'Everything or Nothing' slog, which is just the worst. I generally am quite healthy anyway, but I was noticing bad habits creeping back in and my weight was proving it to me. SO anyway, Lent felt like the perfect push to knuckle down. I failed 2 days in, had a McDonalds...but that was because I hadn't had my final 'Goodbye shitty food' ritual I like to perform before I launch into a regime. It basically involves a weekend binge on all the things I love or shouldn't eat (it's fabulous, I'm pretty sure EVERYONE does it). So back on track I got stuck in and now, 5 months on I have to say I have found it very easy to forget I even like meat. I'm at a good stage with it wherein I know I don't actually crave or miss it...and I'm allowing myself permission to eat it if I ever want to. For example, I'll be home in Ireland at the end of the month. I can begrudgingly over look the Ulster Fry....regrettably....but that pastie supper is mine.
Last Monday I embarked on Veganism after just being sick to death of eggs and dairy. I don't each that much dairy at all anyway so it wasn't hard to say goodbye to it...believe it or not I actually prefer Pizza without cheese...I know right?....Eggs are a breakfast staple in our house and I do think I'll be sad to see them go....but I'll have to let you know when that day comes because it's been nearly two weeks and I do not miss them at all. I'm actually alright at cooking, granted its hardly chef material but what I do do, is avoid recipes. I like to play kitchens most meal times. I really enjoy thinking of ways to pack nutrients and vital vitamins into my meals and I feel really nice knowing of the good it is doing internally. Especially when it's delicious. Im lucky I adore Ramen really.
These days nobody likes a picky eater and you know, I'm not experimenting with Veganism because I'm fussy, but I do like to be in control of what exactly I am eating. I'm not doing it to be a knob or to make a point...I'm doing it because I've discovered that actually, the focus and thought that comes with it helps me be happy internally. Knowing I am not contributing directly to meat & dairy farming etc....I mean, I like Meat...I don't hate it....I am by no means anti meat/animal products...but this process has been occurring gradually over years of different approaches to food and wellbeing. I mean, I will more than certainly be eating Halloumi cheese this weekend and I'm hardly going to cry about it...
Thursday, 14 July 2016
Tuesday, 15 March 2016
Time On My Hands and On My Mind
Hey ya'll,
So here we go, another blog post to keep myself thinking out loud and documenting what I've been doing, incase i forget or need to remember. Progressive etc etc etc.
I am currently sat on a chair at my living room table. The Coffee is gone sadly and self control has taught me not to seek more unless I need more....which shall be later on in the day as I am doing Nightshift. You'll recall I work part time in Occupational Health? Well, recently I've been offered the opportunity to work two nightshifts a week for extra cash and I must say, it is certainly more than helpful. A godsend really, considering how things are going. Just how are things going? Well, before I continue I must remember to be grateful for all that I have.
Things are actually very good...I feel like I'm not putting as much pressure on myself as I am usually want to do. This is letting me carefully evaluate things as I go and as a positive beacon of re-invention I'm all for adapting to my situations and personal growth etc. I think that's what I'm trying to say, I'm growing. I've developed a thicker skin...armour like a Pangolin. I'm ok ya know? I have days just like everybody else where I can't move, or even look at anyone. Like a sort of paralysis...a fear...THE fear as such...It comes swiftly and costly and almost always without warning. The Black dog I mention in my song "Tombs". Ever present in my life but certainly not something I can't manage. I know what it is and i know how to deal with myself when it bites. It's these skinny dips, far too far into my own thoughts that are letting me unravel myself more and understand the kind of person I am or becoming. It's actually ok...it really is ok because the further you go the more futile everything seems and actually, I don't know how bad that really is in terms of gaining perspective on the things you think you want or that are important to you. So what if I can't make a career in my chosen field...very few people get to...Why shouldn't I fail? How upset can i get about it before it's time to move on? These are the things I ask of myself when I can't find joy...or meaning...but behind the person I'm presenting is the real me...shaking his head and saying "Don't give up"...and do you know what? I like that guy...that guy is fearless, he can do absolutely anything...we all can...why shouldn't we?
Your fucked if your rich and your fucked if your poor anyway, might as well just LIVE for all we're worth and try to experience the fullest of feelings we can possible muster...and that's what i'm doing. Yes i'm trying to become a successful singer songwriter...but that doesn't mean that that's all that I can be.
I do enjoy getting pumped up with the zest for life. It really helps to make sense of the people around you too. For a while now, I have had this morbid fear that I am a desolate Island that no one visits by choice...but are simply marooned upon...even if that where so...I an opportunity no matter what way I look at it. Whether their intent is to harm or heal...I firmly believe that no one can hurt me without my permission.
So maybe I've too much time on hands now as a result of creating a working life that doesn't get in the way of living. It is possible to do and I can prove it right?
I've been writing a new song called "I knew the boy who cried wolf" - as well as whole host of new material that i shall be debuting at this event
So here we go, another blog post to keep myself thinking out loud and documenting what I've been doing, incase i forget or need to remember. Progressive etc etc etc.
I am currently sat on a chair at my living room table. The Coffee is gone sadly and self control has taught me not to seek more unless I need more....which shall be later on in the day as I am doing Nightshift. You'll recall I work part time in Occupational Health? Well, recently I've been offered the opportunity to work two nightshifts a week for extra cash and I must say, it is certainly more than helpful. A godsend really, considering how things are going. Just how are things going? Well, before I continue I must remember to be grateful for all that I have.
Things are actually very good...I feel like I'm not putting as much pressure on myself as I am usually want to do. This is letting me carefully evaluate things as I go and as a positive beacon of re-invention I'm all for adapting to my situations and personal growth etc. I think that's what I'm trying to say, I'm growing. I've developed a thicker skin...armour like a Pangolin. I'm ok ya know? I have days just like everybody else where I can't move, or even look at anyone. Like a sort of paralysis...a fear...THE fear as such...It comes swiftly and costly and almost always without warning. The Black dog I mention in my song "Tombs". Ever present in my life but certainly not something I can't manage. I know what it is and i know how to deal with myself when it bites. It's these skinny dips, far too far into my own thoughts that are letting me unravel myself more and understand the kind of person I am or becoming. It's actually ok...it really is ok because the further you go the more futile everything seems and actually, I don't know how bad that really is in terms of gaining perspective on the things you think you want or that are important to you. So what if I can't make a career in my chosen field...very few people get to...Why shouldn't I fail? How upset can i get about it before it's time to move on? These are the things I ask of myself when I can't find joy...or meaning...but behind the person I'm presenting is the real me...shaking his head and saying "Don't give up"...and do you know what? I like that guy...that guy is fearless, he can do absolutely anything...we all can...why shouldn't we?
Your fucked if your rich and your fucked if your poor anyway, might as well just LIVE for all we're worth and try to experience the fullest of feelings we can possible muster...and that's what i'm doing. Yes i'm trying to become a successful singer songwriter...but that doesn't mean that that's all that I can be.
I do enjoy getting pumped up with the zest for life. It really helps to make sense of the people around you too. For a while now, I have had this morbid fear that I am a desolate Island that no one visits by choice...but are simply marooned upon...even if that where so...I an opportunity no matter what way I look at it. Whether their intent is to harm or heal...I firmly believe that no one can hurt me without my permission.
So maybe I've too much time on hands now as a result of creating a working life that doesn't get in the way of living. It is possible to do and I can prove it right?
I've been writing a new song called "I knew the boy who cried wolf" - as well as whole host of new material that i shall be debuting at this event
The Jury's still out on who the boy who cried wolf is/was...but come along to the gig to find out.
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