Hello ladies and gents, today’s post is gonna be another little chatty one so I hope you don’t mind but I wanted to just talk a little bit about my recent decision to give up the cawwwfee (please tell me you read that in a Jersey accent).
This might seem a little boring for some so I don’t mind if you want to head out but I thought it could maybe help others so I’m gonna chat about it anyway. I’ve enjoyed drinking coffee since I was about sixteen, I’d have a cup on a morning most days whether it was before uni or work or just to start off my day, I didn’t really find that it ‘kept me awake’ or get that buzz that some people drink it for, I dunno maybe I was immune ‘cos I’d drunk it for so many years but I enjoyed the taste. Over the years I’ve had a few spells where I’d give it up for a few month’s just because I found I was drinking too much of it and didn’t want it to stain my teeth or it was giving me headaches but then I would find myself slipping back, especially in the Summer months because Iced Caramel Frappes from McDonalds are literally the best!
Hi everyone, I hope you’re all doing really well! So I thought I would just talk to you guys about my experience with vegan food and the vegan sort of lifestyle … don’t worry i’m not going to start preaching at you, telling you why you should ditch the meat and become vegan because well, I hate those types of people *cough Lucy Watson cough* .
So about two months or so ago Martin (my lovely bf) decided that he wanted to try his hand at becoming a vegan, primarily for the health benefits as we used to eat quite a lot of takeaways and fast food which left us both feeling quite bleghhh a lot of the time. So of course I supported his decision and said that I would eat whatever he eats when we’re together (which is 90% of the time) but when i’m away from him I would continue to eat meat and dairy etc because quite frankly I enjoy eating those things … I guess you can call me a part-time vegan. Martin was 100% fine with this, he wan’t pushy or tried to conform me, besides we’re practically joint at the hip so I’d end up eating what he had anyway most of the time.