So, my grandmother has been pestering me that the reason that I've been so dog tired lately is because I'm probably anemic, due to the fact that she suspects I'm not getting enough B12. She feels my abstinence from eating beef or pork is the culprit.
It's true, I haven't eaten beef or pork in over 10 years. I just don't like the stuff on any level. I actually hadn't eaten ANY meat since 1997, but when pregnant with Riley, I started eating poultry again for the sake of the extra protein. And for anyone who knew me during my pregnancy with Riley... the old saying "you are what you eat"... yeah, I ended up looking like one giant chicken nugget. Plump and nearly as wide as I was tall. But I digress.
Well, since I spoke with my grandmother last night and she once again reminded me that a little red meat would help with acquiring my B12 quota... it was like a little voice kept nagging me that maybe I should just try a little piece. For the baby. And then it turned into me driving around today running errands, while visions of cheeseburgers danced in my head. Could they really be as bad as I remember? Would I really disdain the flavor of beef as I had in the past? Or might I be pleasantly surprised to see that I now savored the flavor of a processed patty of ground bovine? I debated internally like this for around 2 hours. I finally decided, if I didn't try it, I would never know. Besides, if I did like it - Liam would be getting the extra B12 he apparently needed. So I did it. I drove up to the Wendy's drive thru and ordered a burger. A Junior Deluxe Cheeseburger, no mustard, no mayo. I unwrapped it, surveying the sight of it carefully. Yes, by all outward appearances, they were exactly as I remembered them. Now or never - let's take a bite. Chew, chew, chew, chew. Hmmmm. I think I was actually expecting to like it a little bit - yet I didn't. Not by a long shot. I ended up forcing myself to finish it, and were it not for the ton of toppings (ketchup, pickles, lettuce, cheese, onions), I don't think that would've even been possible. So, there you have it. The verdict stands as read in 1997 when I decided to forego meat - I don't like beef.
There have been a good many of you through the years who have tried to tempt me or downright insult me into going back to eating the stuff. Little words like "come on, just try a BITE." I think you people would've just loved to see me take that bite and have it be the start of my quasi-vegetarian unraveling. Sorry folks. I just really don't like the stuff. And I hope that today's taste buys me at least another 10 beef-free years without grief from you all.
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I'm glad you didn't like it!!! I was actually veggitarian until I got pregnant with Liam and tried the stuff (also figuring I was anemic) and found it was alright....then started craving the stuff....and now I have to get my fix of it. *ugh* and really I don't like the stuff but can't seem to live without it.
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