While McDonald's are a dime a dozen in NYC, there is one Trader Joe's for the entire city, and only a handful of Whole Foods. In San Fran everywhere you turn there is a farmer's market or organic food store. And it's all so fresh and fabulous and yummy. I have eaten less meat and more fruits and vegetables than any other time in my life. And not because I think eating meat is bad or bad for you (I love me a big 'ole steak with some bleu cheese and a glass of cabernet mmmm), but simply because that's what people do here. Last night my friend made quinoa (fabulous Peruvian grain, so healthy, so tasty- check it out) with chopped tomatoes, onions, peppers, basil, corn, and garlic, paired with chicken/corn/blackbean mexicany type soup. He made it, I ate it. I cooked the other night and made a chicken stir fry, heavy on veggies (all from Whole Foods mmm), with a mango pineapple sauce. When I was at another friend's house she made a casserole of brown rice, olives, onions, spinach, and cheese that was excellent. Dessert often consists of fresh berries, just plain.
It's funny because I hardly even noticed that I was eating less meat and that I was generally eating healthier (no fried foods, no junk foods, none of the processed crapola that lines the grocery store shelves) until I went to the airport to meet my friend on her layover and I decided I wanted a burger and fries. It just sounded good right then and there. And it tasted pretty good too. But about 15 minutes later I wanted to die. I felt disgusting. I felt like my pores were oozing fried sweat. I felt like a great cow made its home in my stomach and was immobilized there. Pleasant. I realized that my body had gotten used to eating such light and easily-digestible foods that it didn't know quite what to do with that meal.
Given that I will be spending the next few months on the west coast in the great state of Washington, I am hoping that this little trend will continue and my body will be in a constant state of happy. My taste buds rejoice at every blueberry and fresh bell pepper, at each and every whole grain, and I look forward to a continuance of this newfound healthy lifestyle. Maybe I'll take up pilates and yoga while I'm at it. Ahhh the possibilities.