Edamommy’s Vegan Diary: Back on the Vagon
I’m back on the vagon.
Even without a vegantini, I am struggling more than I did in the beginning. I plan to stick with this for 3 months and give it a fair shot.
I would love to say that I will adopt veganism for life, but I think it’s inevitable that a choice will come down to having a cup of yogurt (not vegan) or a faux chicken nugget. Perhaps I’m wrong, but I think the healthier choice for me is yogurt.
It’s hard to change my perceptions; I embraced dairy for 42 years. Perhaps it’s habit more than desire, but I still associate dairy and eggs as healthy choices. I think lean organic chicken and grilled salmon are also good for me.
I don’t think fake breaded chicken nuggets (or anything with the word nugget in its name) are good for me. I have a severe case of cognitive dissonance. Yes, I realize that example took the best from one lot and the worst from the other, but you see my point.
I’ve worked hard to eat a healthy diet and avoid all things breaded and fried. I have avoided hot dogs, hamburgers, 
bacon and doughnuts. But, there are vegan versions of all of these things and I think it might not be a good idea to eat them even if they don’t contain animal products. Of course, this may not be about me. What?
I found a vegan website that actually has vegan versions of s’mores, Twinkies and cinnamon buns. Although I would love to try them out of sheer curiosity, I might like them and somehow give the green light to food that I have avoided for decades.
I guess the best way to continue is to always be prepared, find fun vegan food choices and do my best until my blog is bought by Omaha Steaks or Wendy’s.
Tags: animal products, healthy choices, healthy diet, vegan versions, vegan website
May 2nd, 2008 at 2:39 pm
Ahem. Not *everything* with the word nugget in its name is to be shunned
May 5th, 2008 at 12:13 pm
Hey Annelies:
I wrote this entry before I discovered your awesome Lunch Nugget blog. Although I feel like your son, Nugget, will not love his name choice in his formative years, he will, like Dweezle, Picabo and Napoleon Dynamite, make it work for him. Was he baked or fried?
Edamommy
May 5th, 2008 at 5:32 pm
Yeah, poor kid. He gets the name without the Hollywood parents or even a trust fund. When he was just a tiny teeny thing all swaddled tight asleep, he was dubbed the term by my husband, who said he looked like an irresistable little nugget.
Is he baked or fried? He’s raw, baby. RAW.