It would be simple enough to let it all go. As millions of middle-aged Americans have discovered, it’s a hell of a lot easier to grow a belly than to not grow one. But I don’t want to be one of those guys in the XXL golf shirts who look like they are about to give birth to a basketball. And I don’t want to increase my risk of diabetes, heart disease and other health problems associated with obesity. Which is why, in early January, as my holiday food intake helped push my weight past the 210 mark for the first time (I’m six feet tall) I became a vegan. Much to my surprise, more than two months later I am still a vegan. I am also 12 pounds lighter and I have substantially more energy than I did when I was a flesh eater. (That’s the term I use now to describe people who eat meat; annoying non-vegans, I have found, is one of the best things about being a vegan.)
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Cross posted from The Vegan Tree House.