So, this whole new blogging style is really difficult, especially when I have a huge report due and I need to find time to write part three, but hey, I was trying to challenge myself…
Quick recap…can’t eat dairy, but still do, can’t eat gluten, wish I could, don’t eat meat, no one I live with does…
College ends and it’s a time of transition, change, and new experiences: I get to start my career that I always dreamed of and I get to move back into my parents’ house. Can you tell which was exciting and which was slightly depressing? I ended up living with my parents for about three years and I know that sounds like an incredibly long time, but my bank account is forever thankful. During that time, my relationships with my parents grew tremendously. I was still eating a vegetarian diet and my dad was more pro-vegetariamism than I ever could’ve imagined. He supported my mom’s lifestyle choices through all the horrible meat substitutes, cooking fails, and lots of plant-based videos, articles, and “fun facts”. She had even started cutting out all dairy products from her life and our fridge.
By this point, I had accepted my vegetarian lifestyle, however, I referred to myself as a pesciatarian. (I still struggle with sushi. It’s just so incredibly delicious.)
The years went by quickly and before I knew it, this past school year was almost over. It was the night before the last day of school. I had gone out with some co-workers and gotten back to my parent’s place around 11ish, which was super late for a school night. I heard my mom walk downstairs and thought that I had woken her. She walked into the kitchen and stared at me. She said she had gotten her test results earlier that day, but wanted to tell me in person.
I never realized how quiet my parent’s house could be until that moment. I never really knew how long a pause could feel. I never thought I would ever hear these words come out of my mother’s mouth.
My entire world changed in that moment. This one word, so common, yet you never expect it to come out of your loved one’s mouth, had just crept it’s way into my life, our lives.
What we didn’t know in that moment was how her diet, her lifestyle change, the recommendation I made, would have impacted her medical results just a few months later.
Stay tuned for part 4. (It will be the last, I promise)