Chicken Wing Diet

Larae Messer
3 min readJan 17, 2021

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Dreams sometimes feel so real and graphic, that it affects your daily life and food habits.

I decided to start my own diet trend and just eat chicken wings in the air fryer for every meal. Not because they are delicious, but because they gross me out and I completely lose my appetite after eating six wings. It literally takes me 45 minutes to an hour to eat said six wings. I dissect each wing, remove all the skin, pull the meat off and carefully make sure a vein is not lurking amidst all the meat. Now if the bone is broken, and the marrow is seeping out and affecting the meat of the wing — then that’s it the meal is over.

This has a bit of a backstory, about ten years ago I had a reoccurring dream, that a chicken was chasing me. Started out as a run of the mill chicken clucking about with wings hysterically flapping and feathers shooting off it in all directions. Well, I ran until I was cornered and I crouched down in the corner with my hands protecting my head as the chicken pecked at me. The beak started to feel as though it was getting stronger and going deeper. I turned around and stood up to face a six-foot chicken. To get away from this chicken, I kneed it in the chest, head-butted it, grabbed the head and bit down. I ripped that chicken in two! Blood began squirting out like what you would see in a movie. Veins were flapping and flying out like someone popped a streamer. Now I’m not sure why I wasn’t afraid of the six-foot chicken as much as the crazed regular sized chicken, but that’s dreams for you. This dream was so graphic and happened so often, that I gave up eating chicken or any other type of meat on a bone for years.

Within the past couple years, I have tried to eat wings again, but have been advised by Chris not to eat them in public. Rather get them to go and make sure to eat the wings in private and not in front of any company. Also, if it is an option at a get together, he advised me to kindly decline and eat the other side dishes.

I’m ok with the drummies but the two boned wings, the flats, with the extra veins gross me out. I can eat a few wings no problem, but the first sign of a vein, I have PTSD and cannot go any further. If we would go to dinner at a place known for their wings I would usually stick with the boneless wings, or just order a grilled chicken salad or something else. Over time man has evolved and has come quite a long way, so much so that we do not need to eat meat off the carcass of a dead animal. It is times like this when I seriously think that vegetarians aren’t so radical in their decisions and might have the right idea.

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