Vegan Diaries – A Slip (Kefir? Don’t Even Know Her!)

It was the swirl that got me...
It was the swirl that got me…

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.

They weren’t.

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.

Namaste y’all…


The Vegan Diaries – I Scream, You Scream, We All Scream for….


Ice cream. Not something that I crave often. But lately, I’d been thinking about it. Maybe it’s due to the  fact that I’m not having dairy. Attachment is really something, isn’t it? Because I’ve told my brain that I’m not having dairy, it wants dairy. And thanks to an addictive personality, the whisper becomes a yell for dairy.

I’m working on the attachment thing. (Thanks yoga)

In the meantime, I took a few bananas and slipped them in the freezer.

frozen bananas + my food processor = deliciousness

Mi vida vegan is very tasty!!!

Cooking Yoga


Sometimes you have to let shit go. This is one of my rules. I have about ten.

I don’t follow this one as consistently as I do rule number 4 which is to listen to Stevie Wonder every day (because he is a musical genius). There’s a subsection to rule 4 which pertains to Prince and Bob Marley, but that’s another post.

My monkey mind is where I was going and as you can see it’s been bouncing around a bit more than usual.

It started after the New Year and a viewing of  Vegucated. If you haven’t seen Vegucated I can’t recommend it enough. It challenged how I think about what I eat. The hard part is that it challenged the way that I think about what I eat.

You can see my dilemma. This shouldn’t be hard, right? The Yamas and Niyamas outline that it’s critical to live a life that is non-violent, respectful of the earth and everything in it.

This of course means animals.

So I can’t figure out why I feel weird about making this decision. Is it conditioning? Honestly, I don’t miss meat and don’t think I’ll go back to meat, fish or eggs. Dairy is another story. Sigh. (Damn you La Tur cheese, you moldy vixen)

Yesterday, I dedicated my asana practice to peace of mind and clarity.

I ended up think about cheese during savasana.

That wasn’t really the plan. A Kundalini class was right after so I kept my mat put. During the kriya my arms were at 60° angle and on fire. The teacher said to let go of the pain, push your mind past it. We were after all, just holding our arms up.

So I did. And it worked.

I think you know where this is going.

I need to stop over thinking the food issue and let it go. And by let it go, I don’t mean ignore my mind. I’m happy with my vegan/vegetarian diet. In this moment that can be enough. It’s not necessary to have everything sit just right.
Things are what they are and not something else. (Psst, that’s another rule of mine)

But I do need to address my attachment to pleasure.

There is pleasure and there is bliss.
Forgo the first to possess the second.
For right now, I’ll keep doing what I’m doing. My heart will tell me what’s right.
Think it’s time to listen to a little Stevie.
This is yoga. And I love it.
Namaste y’all…