I caved on my vegan journey and was punished.
Spanked. Slapped and humilated.
And then I felt dumb.
I was at Hudson Market. It’s a local grocery that sells organic peanut butter for 20 bucks and le creuset cookware. For real- le creuset cookware at a grocery store. *eye roll*
So why was I there? The veggies are just as reasonably priced as they are at the big grocery store.
I think that’s pretty cool. So while I won’t spend 5 dollars on triple recycled paper towels, it’s a great for veggies.
It was late and I was loosey goosey from a hot class- I wasn’t hungry but I was on a post yoga high.
You know that juicy mellow ride that comes from a great practice?
Anyhoo I’m chillin’ listening to Jill Scott‘s ‘Do You Remember’…
Walking past the freezer section with Jill’s raspy voice in my ears, a yoga high and a glimpse of dairy? Well I slipped.
*Jill Scott voice* And I don’t even really like ice cream like that!
So I see Kefir- at first I thought it said Kaffir and almost started a riot. Once calm I grab a pint- creamy and tangy….
Gross, yet I am intrigued…Damn endorphins.
I should have walked away or picked up some Skinny Cow ice cream bars and been done with it…
Chasin’ that dairy dragon. I tried to rationalize, after all it wasn’t ice cream… (I’ll get the filtered Camels instead of the unfiltered, trying to keep my lungs clean and all).
Showered, clean and cozy at home I pulled out the Kefir.
I sniffed it. Smelled good. Sniffed and sniffed and sniffed again and then…
Brought the spoon to my lips and. Gag. (Disclaimer- I am a very adventurous eater)
I made a face like I did when I was five and forced to eat liver “This is yuuuuuuuuucky”. This was not the frozen yogurt that usually tasted so good.
And because my foolishness knows no bounds, I try it again. Because, maybe my taste buds were off.
What a waste. I don’t even know what to use it for and I can’t give it away. I like my enemies too much for that.
My ass is back on the vegan wagon.
Sorry I strayed.
This is yoga. A karma will get you like Keyser Söze.