I was really worried last week that my husband wouldn't be supportive of my decision to return to my pre-marriage vegetarian/low-cholesterol diet.
I used Jedi mind tricks on him: "You will love vegetables." Once I told him I was being a Jedi (but didn't think he was weak-minded), he laughed out loud and agreed to follow me to the dark side - or maybe that's the light?
My daughter went vegetarian completely under the radar several weeks ago and clued me in last night. She wants to try a vegan diet for a couple of weeks. When we told my husband, he looked like he was going to cry until we said, "NOT YOU!"
My tiniest one will eat anything I put in front of him, and my middle one is extremely picky about meat, a natural vegetarian. So we're a go on the new diet for everyone - it's much easier to only have to cook one meal instead of two.
But it's been a difficult week - my husband bought chicken for the kids, but no one was willing to eat it, and he was out of town. So I ate it.
Out of desperation last night before my husband returned from his trip, I ordered two pizzas, a veg for my daughter and I and a pepperoni for the boys. My doctor advised me to avoid white flour at all costs - epic fail.
The person taking the call advised me it would cost less to order three pizzas instead of two because they had a special. So I did. No one ate much and the boys picked the pepperoni off the pizza, so we have a huge amount of pizza in the fridge. Did my husband take some with him for lunch? Of course not. *groan* So I have a fridge full of pizza mocking me today.
I didn't do great this week with the diet, but we have a great plan. My daughter, who is a wonderful cook and loves to make homemade whole-wheat pasta and ravioli, is going to help me figure out the menu for the weekend and next week. It will be easier once it becomes a habit.
One observation that we find entertaining: a lot of people we know get offended if we say we are vegetarian. They insist on offering us hamburgers or slipping us meat. What's with that?