A couple of weeks ago in a moment of inspiration or insanity I signed this blog up for the Vegan Month of Food (Vegan MoFo) challenge, whereby I am commiting to write about vegan food during the month of October. I have been wanting to add some recipes and food inspiration to this blog, so I figured this is a perfect opportunity to get that started. I also had started this blog with the (well of) intention of chronicling beating down the inner voice that keeps me from meeting my goals. Then after I filled out the Vegan MoFo form, I thought, what have I done? A major life goal that I accomplished from starting this blog through today has been um, having a baby, with whom I am currently full-time mothering and exclusively breast-feeding. So now I have a tiny human who has entirely recalibrated what I considered to be accomplishment. Did a load of laundry? Score! Walked the dog? Booya! On the bright side of that, I seldom feel lousy for not meeting my goals, since my targets have become pretty mundane.
But I need to step it up (or perhaps set myself up for failure?) so I’m now entering the month of October with the intention of writing at least 20 blog posts about vegan food with self-doubt, a small person, and my voracious writer’s block threatening to thwart these plans. Putting this further in context, I haven’t written 20 posts since I started this blog over a year ago. But here I go!
Though we don’t have to pick a theme to blog around, mine is loosely Whole In, Junk Out. When I cook it will be made with whole foods, local New York produce and gluten-free, and when I eat out, it will be undoubtedly satisfying some craving. All will be whatever is easiest with a baby and very often, consumed one-handed.
And since one personal challenge apparently isn’t enough for me, I’m also committing to Photo A Day October, which I’ll be tweeting from Instagram (@wellofintention).
For the record I wrote this with my son sleeping on my chest, while I slumped in our easy chair so that he was propped up and I had both hands free. Occasionally I stopped to give him a little nuzzle to his plump cheek. Now he’s nursed and snuggling into my shoulder while I prepare to hit “Publish”.
This is looking eminently doable…