To kickstart things, it would be smart to explain what a Pescetarian is to save you a google search. Pescetarianism is essentially a diet that includes fish or other seafood, and not the flesh of any other animal. Basically, a seafood only diet. How I even started the dabble into that lifestyle change? Funny story…
I was having a conversation with one of those self righteous,’ I’m always right’, Hotep kind of guys–and he was trying to tell me that women only get periods because of their diets. He started spewing facts about some famine in Europe back a few decades, and that the women weren’t able to eat red meat or chicken. Consequently, this led to none of these women having menstrual cycles. He was sending me sources in APA format, size 12 font doubled space and all. I was annoyed because I KNEW it was crap but knowing me..I just had to prove him wrong.
I decided to go 3 months without eating meat. No red meat, and no poultry but I allowed seafood. It was easy for me at least, I thought to myself that whilst I’m proving this man wrong, I was doing my body a favor anyway! Double win. I was really getting into it at a certain point. I was making up recipes off the top of my head and being super happy with the outcome. My favorite go to meal was steamed string beans, broccoli and carrots with literally any fish. Easy, healthy and tasty. It was nice having some motivation to stay healthy, and eat healthy all whilst proving men wrong.
I kept forgetting I was trying to be Pescetarian every time I walked into a fast food place and craved nuggets. I was ordering nuggets then 4 minutes after, yelling over the counter “sorry stop! no! I don’t eat that!I’m so sorry” After 2 weeks of that, it became easier. I was eating well, I was drinking tons of water to keep me “full” so I didn’t have to be bothered to go into the kitchen and actually cook. It was going well..until I started making a good thing bad. I started going to fast food places and buying fish sandwiches and making excuses “it’s still not AS bad as beef, right?”. I was eating cheese fries and oreos and tostitos and dip all while convincing myself that “I’m doing way better than the average person”, FALSE! The 3 months ended, and I proved him wrong. I had a short reign of that feeling of ‘winning’ and then I was excited to dive back into some real food. My mom made some cornbeef and rice, and I was dishing out my plate. Heavy spoon fulls of every thing. Pot was clean after I was done. I ate it all up, and then a few hours after that…I was throwing up in the laundry room. My body went through shock. Ultimate shock. Traumatized really. I was back on my Pescetarian diet!
I started cooking again and things improved. I was back on track! A year passed of this healthy way of life, my skin was glowing, my hair was growing and I felt healthy in my body. I then left Jamaica and headed to the states, and I THOUGHT “this finna be a breeze”. Wendy’s $4 for 4 was happening, Burger King’s $5 for 4 and McDonalds $1 for any drink was going on all at the same time–how could I just..how could I not? I resisted. Few weeks after that, my work friends looked at me dead in the eye and said
“lets have a link up at Buffalo Wild Wings”
I felt those words run through my brain a hundred times. I had to coach myself on the edge of my bed for 80 minutes. I remember that specific time because the Pilot episode of suits played out in the background and it’s exactly 80 minutes long. I calmed down however because I kept reflecting on how ill I felt when I tried to eat meat again, and threw up. That was enough to get me through a Tuesday Half Off Wing Night at Buffalo Wild Wings. I was good to go! I was vibing in the car ride over there. My hair was out, and my make up was popping.
Pulled up, and everyone was ordering– 30 asian zing wings, 20 honey garlic, 10 jerk, 20 Blazin’ wings! “This finna be a breeeeze” . Waiter came around to me, and I said “I’ll just have some fries” .
Food came, and everything looked GOOD. Everything. Even the blue cheese. These fries were trash. I tasted a piece of one wing. It was just a taste. It turned into the whole wing, and 4 others. I ordered a round of wings. I was dusting wings off like nothing. I failed myself but I felt good.
Day after that? heavy puking in the car ride into a Wendy’s bag. I didn’t stop eating meat after that though, I just was taking small doses each time instead of throwing my body into shock. It was cheaper, and it was easier to maintain that lifestyle. It worked.
I’m back home now, and jumping back onto that diet seems like it can work easily. Seems like something I can handle, but I may need some motivation to hop back onto that journey.