If you would’ve asked me five years ago if I would go vegan, the answer would have be “A what?” Because let’s be honest, who else did I know, Black or Latino, not eating meat, cheese, milk or eggs. Absolutely NO ONE! They were the four staples, along with rice and beans, that stocked our fridge and pantry.
Since childhood, your arroz blanco y habichuelas guisadas (white rice and beans) were accompanied by plantains and chicken—baked, fried or stewed. For the holidays, lechon. It was tradition.
My mom believed a meal was was a meal if it had meat, just like thousands of other Latin mommies around the world. It was just the way we grew up.
We Also Devoured Fast Food
Super-sized McDonald’s fries. Whataburger burgers. Jack In The Box curly fries. Dairy Queen blizzards. Tacos from random food trucks (I never got food poisoning, just FYI). Piraguas from wherever, whenever we could.
And how could I forget summertime meals, the days of boxed anything for breakfast and lunch.
I realized the majority of our diet—as DELICIOUS as it was—wasn’t nourishing our bodies; they were making us sick, making me sick. We all struggled with extra weight and medical conditions.
Somewhere Along The Way, I Made A Change
Becoming a vegan did not happen overnight. Eating organic produce didn’t either. Nor did healing my body.
The process was gradual, a slow change that happened throughout the years. I didn’t know in college that this would be my current reality—No More BBQ Chicken Pizza!
Because I LOVED BBQ Chicken Pizza!
In all seriousness, there are a few profound moments that led me to this lifestyle, like reading The Food Babe Way and having someone I love being diagnosed with a life changing illness.
Watch one of my latest videos to learn more about my journey and hopefully, leave you inspired.
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