Once upon a time meat was the largest portion on my plate. I’m proud to say that’s changed. Now-a-days, my plate is heavy on the plants (vegetables and fruits). I’ve come to embrace this healthier option after taking health courses, reading, and watching documentaries. I’ve cut back on my animal protein considerably. And, honestly, I don’t miss it.

Believe it or not, I’m not going to stand on my soapbox about meat consumption and how it effects our health and our environment. This is a HUGE topic that I’ve kinda tackled passively at least in a few previous blog posts. I’ve reposted them below.

Anyhow, I do enjoy a meatless meal now and again. Today, I’ll do just that. To celebrate Meatless Monday I whipped up a simple meatless dish that I ate for lunch and will reheat with ease for dinner. Sautéed mini bell peppers, red onions, spinach and garlic over a bed of brown rice with black beans and a drizzling of a Lime Vinaigrette (not shown). Delish!

If I’ve piqued your interest here’s some sites that may be helpful:

Meatless Monday

Forks Over Knives


Dr. Joel Fuhrman

My past blog posts sorta related:

Meatless Monday

Retrain your brain

Fresh and far away

Disturbing trends

Like the Incas

Chrisetta Mosley

Chrisetta Mosley

I am a product – and now a survivor – of childhood obesity. As a child, my family always told me that my extra weight was merely baby fat and I’d eventually grow out of it. I never did. Instead, my childhood is filled with memories of not being able to ride a bike, flattening its training wheels from being over the recommended weight, and avoiding P.E. classes by any means necessary. For years, I wore my fatness like a wounded soldier wears a Purple Heart - with pride. I owned the look. I dressed it up. I worked the room. There wasn't a skinny girl who intimidated me. I made sure my hair was laid just right. Nails polished. Outfits coordinated to the tee. Accessories to compliment every outfit. But everyone has a breaking point, and mine came in the spring of 2004 when I tipped the scale at nearly 400 pounds 388 to be exact. I was MISERABLE trapped inside of that body. I no longer wore my Purple Heart with pride. Rather, I was ashamed and frightened. Ashamed that I had allowed food to become my everything – frightened I would die because of it. Drastic times called for drastic measures... Today, I’m bound and determined to live a better, healthier, active lifestyle. I realize I’m no longer a passenger in my life, I’m the driver. I’m overcoming my inhibitions and I’m slowly but surely saying farewell to my old childhood nemesis, obesity. For once and for all, Farewell Fatso!

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