Clarion

A Week Without: Meat

Back to Article
Back to Article

A Week Without: Meat

Lexi Soto, Staff Reporter and Group Photographer

Hang on for a minute...we're trying to find some more stories you might like.


Email This Story






Print Friendly, PDF & Email

Clarion introduced a series of articles where staff members spend a “week without” different things and reflect upon their experiences. This is the third installment. 

Nuggets, nuggets, nuggets. That is all I could hear all day, every day. The voices in my head would not leave me alone. It had only been two days into my week without meat, and I was already failing.

From the moment I learned how to chew to around age three, all I ever ate were chicken nuggets. When it comes to nuggets, I’m not very picky. I love all brands: Tyson, Wendy’s, Chick-fil-A, dinosaur shaped. You name it, I ate it.

When I volunteered to go a week without meat, I think I overestimated my self-control. I did not realize how difficult it would be. Not only for myself, but my family as well.

Coming home from a long day of school and not being able to eat what my mom was cooking literally made me want to cry. Of course, the week I decide to be a vegetarian, she wants to cook my favorite foods.

While I was trying to eat a grilled cheese with tomato soup, my family was eating cheese burgers with fries and it was really pushing my limits of strength.

I generally bring my own lunch to school. However, because I am lazy, I am only able to bring a piece of lame fruit and a lousy bag of chips. Then I end up asking my friends for their (what I like to call) “charity leftovers”.

On the third day of the vegetarian prison, during lunch I was very hungry and one of my friends had half a burger left. Let me tell you, I have never seen a half eaten burger look so tasty.

I could see the mini devil and angel on my shoulders. As I was telling myself no, there I was taking a bite. Before I even had the chance of putting the burger down, it was already gone in my tummy.

That was just the first, of my many attempts at being a vegetarian for a week.

I felt so guilty yet so relieved because I thought Mr. Helgeson was going to tell me I failed and to just cancel the entire article. To my surprise, he and my editors found it hilarious and told me to continue. I told myself I could do this. I just needed a little more self-control and some really good food to eat.

I went home and made a game plan. Anytime I felt the urge to eat meat, I would distract myself by eating a piece of fruit or read. That worked… for about a day.

The next day, my mom and I were just finishing up a long day of tedious errands when we passed a McDonald’s, then a Chick-fil-A and I knew we were headed in the direction of a Wendy’s.

My mom is a very busy person with many things on her mind, so she tends to forget a few things here and there. Long story short I ended up walking in my house with an empty Wendy’s bag, and a tummy satisfied and filled with nuggets.

I have never felt more conflicted while eating chicken nuggets before. With every bite and swallow my mind raced with many thoughts.

I was wondering if this incident could be kept a secret. But then I remembered Helgeson told me to get back on that vegetarian wagon and continue the journey. I had to be honest, how could I call myself a Clarion Reporter if I did not report this?

The next couple of days are all a blur. I forced myself to stay away from meat and draw myself closer to healthier food choices. I remember there were a lot of apples with peanut butter, and tears from lack of nuggets.

All you reading might think I am crazy, but I usually eat chicken nuggets two or three times a week so understand this one week was practically killing me.

By the sixth day I realized I was going through nugget-withdraw. I was counting down the hours, minutes, and seconds until I could eat a piece of meat, however, I was still able to control myself and eat healthy.

In the bible, it says on the seventh day, God rested. On my seventh day, I ate. It was the day of my cheer banquet and there was sausage pizza, mozzarella sticks, and onion rings. You know, the typical unhealthy foods. Believe me when I say I ate it all.

After, I went roller skating with my friend and her family. Falling like a baby learning how to walk really worked up an appetite so we all went to a restaurant called Greek Islands.

I had never been there, but my friend said their shish kebobs were pretty good so we shared. I am pretty sure I finished my food before anyone could even pick up their forks.

That night, I slept peacefully and okay knowing I could eat meat again.

My body has gotten used to eating at least three pieces of fruit a day and I eat smaller portions which is a plus, but I am never ever going a week without meat again.

The day I tell you I went an entire week without meat either know I am lying, or there is something very wrong with me and you should immediately call the authorities.

About the Contributors
Lexi Soto, Staff Reporter

Lexi Soto loves to skydive, fight off ninjas, and she enjoys taxidermy. In her spare time she volunteers at Seattle Grace Hospital, with her friends McDreamy...

Leave a Comment

Please be aware of the RB Clarion commenting policy. You can view this policy by clicking on the "About" link for our web site.

If you want a picture to show with your comment, go get a gravatar.




Free of Bull, Full of Bulldogs
A Week Without: Meat