It started with yoga. My teacher Sharon Gannon (or one of her disciples) would gently but firmly remind us not to put toxins in our bodies. Every day after class, it seemed, I’d meet someone who followed Sharon’s mantra and had removed animal products from their diet.
Inevitably they were in great shape and smiled a lot. I was impressed. Another big influence was Glen E. Friedman, my senior executive in charge of television development at Def Pictures.
Through their collective examples, I felt myself inching closer toward a healthier relationship with the world. I finally took a great leap forward on New Year’s Day 1997. I was staying on the Caribbean island of St. Barts, where I loved (and still love) taking a month-long vacation during the winter holidays.
Glen, as he often does, was staying with me at a villa I’d rented by the island’s clear blue ocean. I woke up New Year’s Day planning on hitting the beach, but a peek out the window at the overcast sky told me Mother Nature had other ideas. So Glen and I decided to watch a movie instead.