I was supposed to be a Pescatarian last year, but that didn’t work out so well. I actually enjoy fish more than other meats such as beef, pork, or lamb. So, you’d think being a Pescatarian would be easy for me, but it wasn’t.
I’m a pretty healthy eater, so it’s not like I eat junk food every day. I’m fortunate my tastes in food aren’t like most other people:
- I love salads and enjoy eating green leafy salads without dressing.
- I don’t like sweets, but will indulge if I feel like treating myself.
- I have mixed tastes when it comes to bacon. Sometimes it tastes good, but most of the time it’s… meh.
- I will never turn my nose up to a good soup, stew, or gumbo.
- I love pasta and bread. This is bad if you’re on a no/low-carb diet, and I try not to eat either very often. I love pasta so much, I became a Pastafarian.
So why didn’t the Pescatarian diet work out?
I simply don’t like the inconvenience of having to worry about what fits in a selective diet. I eat out a lot, and every time I went to a restaurant, disappointment would set in when I realized I couldn’t eat things the business was known for. I quickly began “forgetting” I’m a pesky Pescatarian and ate whatever I found appetizing on the menu.
Early in the diet, I had forgotten about the diet and had lamb for lunch. I was really excited about eating my lamb shank, but was reminded that we’re supposed to be Pescatarians. I quickly countered that I’m sure the sheep I’m about to consume was born a Pisces.
As I feasted on the flesh of the land-animal, I thought to myself:
Those pesky Pescatarians, always are discriminating against the other creatures of this earth. Just because my sweet little lamb might have had to swim once in his or her life, by accident, doesn’t mean that it’s any less of a protein than that snooty salmon he’s eating.
Just because that salmon can breathe underwater, doesn’t make it any better than my luscious little lamb. My lamb can breathe underwater too, but only for a few minutes before transcending to a higher plane of existence and becoming my lunch.
I bet if my little lamb and his, salmon, were in a prison together, my lamb would shank his salmon in the cafeteria.
I’m jerked back from my daydream when I hear someone ask, “What are you thinking about, sweety?”
I can’t tell him what I’m really thinking and quickly reply, “How much I love you.”
“Aww! That’s sweet. I love you too.”
 Healthy Eater: I’m naturally a healthy eater, aside from my favorable taste in beer and wine… and the empty calories found in those alcoholic beverages.
 Pastafarian: Pastafarianism or the Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster, worships the Flying Spaghetti Monster (FSM). It makes light of some of the established religions and was born in opposition to teaching intelligent design in public schools.
When Pastafarians die they live on an island and can go sailing on their own pirate ship. The island has a “Beer Volcano”, which provides other beverages based on individual tastes. And there’s a stripper factory, which also builds strippers based on your tastes. The religion is inclusive and worshiping the Flying Spaghetti Monster is just a suggestion. You simply have to have the spirit of a pirate, and try not to be an asshole.
 Lamb shank: Get it? You do, right? (Yay to awkward middle-aged man humor…)
Also, I do not condone or promote violence of any sort.