And so the (somewhat) inevitable has happened.
12.5 years ago, i became an ovo-lacto vegetarian all because i watched a documentary by PETA that made me cry my eyes out because i felt sorry for the cows and pigs.
a year later, i started eating fish because i was advised to do so.
fast forward to September of this year, as i had just finished my first ever Olympic distane triathlon race and was gearing up for my second one, a triathlete/nutritionist-in-training friend of mine told me that maybe i should start eating meat to get stronger. i told him i’d think about it but would only really consider it perhaps after my race. i didnt want the meat to mess up my system, if ever.
And so for 2 months, i was mentally and emotionally preparing myself with the fact that i might have to try eating meat again. the thought made me shiver. it made me scared. how will my body take it? how will it react? will i get sick? will i like it? i was secretly hoping i’d hate it.
What most people didnt know though, was that dizzy spells was becoming a norm for me already. practicing yoga would sometimes make me feel dizzy with all the inversions; i open my eyes and i see stars. i didnt want to admit that i was feeling weak. i didnt dare show it.
i guess my doctor’s spidey sense went tingling when he messaged me to drop by his clinic as he was concerned about something. and so, to cut this very long story short, i was told that i was getting anemic, and that my body NEEDED the meat to fully recover from my intense trainings. plant and fish protein werent enough for my body’s needs anymore. it was a choice of either eating meat or having to heavily supplement artificially. that was the clincher.
my friends who raced with me in Bohol kept me company as i had my first bout of meat. Sara set up 2 cameras and edited this video too. so for those who were wondering how i reacted the first time i tried it… here you go.
the first bite was the weirdest sensation and taste ive had in years. the juice, the texture…. it was something i wasnt used to. it was weird. good. but weird. im so sad that i love it. now ive been eating steak almost everyday….
yes, i was trying to delay having to eat it. yes, i felt bad. and yes, i cried myself to sleep that night. it wasnt an emotional cry, but i think i really just felt bad for the cow. sorry mister cow, ive begun to love you in a different way now….