The third week was definitely was the hardest week. The biggest surprise of the whole project was how at times, it was taxing emotionally. By this time, the initial excitement was gone and I was left with the cold, bitter, vegetarian reality that I couldn't just order some McDonalds chicken nuggets whenever I wanted to.
For most of us, food is comfort. So once I couldn't indulge my cravings anymore, I became very sad and cranky and for the first time ever, dreaded meal time (I'm sure my officemates will attest to the crankiness). I guess Kermit was right—it's not easy being green.
But on the bright side, stepping on to my weighing scale at the end of the week I saw a number I had not seen in a few years. I had lost a total of six pounds! I also looked healthy. I don't quite know how to describe it, but my complexion brightened and all in all I just felt so clean. I even had super powers at pilates class that week. My instructor, Plinky Recto (a pesco-vegetarian herself) said it must be the vegetables!
By the last week, I was pretty much accustomed to my diet. I no longer pouted at the dinner table when our cook presented me with buttered veggies while everyone else got fried chicken. I didn't even wince when my family enjoyed some Cebu lechon while I devoured my pomodoro pasta.
I also started eating out more, to sample some vegetarian friendly meals that restaurants had to offer. Since it was my last week, instead of looking forward to all the bacon I would be having afterward, I savoured the broccoli, tomatoes and eggplant instead. My family and house help also started getting more creative with creating vegetable alternatives to dishes.
The end was bittersweet because on one hand I was excited to start eating all the food I had missed so much yet I was afraid my body would revert back to its unhealthy form.
Click on the photo gallery to read the interviews with four women who share about their decision to turn vegetarian.