I am officially on day 7 of my 14 day stint in London and these three things are true:
- I’ve gotten a fraction of what I’d have liked done in terms of work;
- It’s been profoundly emotive and emotional;
- I’ve been solidifying all sorts of theories I had about why me and London weren’t best mates when I called it home.
I won’t bore you with the details of any of these…just thought you might like to know. What I will do, however, is preach a little bit about proper vegan nutrition – something I’ve only recently wrapped my head around and something too few people – from die-hard omnivores to sworn vegans – properly appreciate.
Anybody who knows me (or reads me) knows that I’m not too keen on preaching about being vegan. It’s something that’s very dear to me in terms of my life decisions, but I’m also well aware that people don’t like being told what to eat or how to eat it, and ranting about it is about as likely to get someone on one’s side as beating them over the head with a butternut squash.
What I’m struggling increasingly to keep quiet about is how vegans too often eat because:
- They personally don’t understand how important nutrition is;
- They trip over themselves incessantly in an effort to appease omnivores; or
- They fall victim to a lack of available foodstuffs that can keep them healthy.