Why I’m Going Vegetarian…Again.
Yup, you heard me, I’m going back to vegetarianism. It’s been about five years since I ate my first post-veg burger, and I’m not looking back.
Okay, I will look back, but only to explain why I stopped eating meat. And then started eating it again.
Sophomore year of high school, I made the decision to stop eating animals. A veggie friend of mine sent me a terrible PETA video of animals being slaughtered (you know the ones), and I immediately made the decision to switch. Thankfully, my dad has been a vegetarian for almost forty years, so the transition wasn’t that difficult at first. I grew up with Morningstar Farms and Tofu Pups, so vegetarian food wasn’t as scary to me as it may be to others. Unfortunately, I forgot that I was a high school girl and wasn’t prepared for the barrage of crap I would endure from my friends. Yes, you all know who you are. The ones who ridiculed me incessantly, rubbed pepperoni on my cheese and crackers (never living that one down, mister) and just generally made my vegetarian life miserable.
It’s a hard world for a veggie. People assume that when you decide to stop eating meat, you’re going to start lecturing them on why they should do the same. I can assure you I did no such thing. Again, I grew up with my dad, the least vegetarian vegetarian on the face of the planet. I decided to stop eating meat because it’s what felt right to me. I could care less if those around me disagree, as long as they let me go about my life, as I let them go about theirs.
Needless to say, I was only able to keep it up for about a year. A mission trip to Mississippi, where the only food I could eat was PB&J and salads with ranch dressing, didn’t help either. By the end of that week, fried chicken looked pretty damned delicious.
So, here I am five years later, officially cutting meat out of my life. For good this time. I’ve made a commitment to myself to get healthy, and I think this move is essential in that mission. My body can’t be healthy if my mind isn’t, and I know I’ll feel better about myself and my choices when I cut meat out again. I’m sure this is the right choice for me, and I think now that we’re all more mature and open-minded (ha ha) it should be a bit easier this time around.
For right now, I’m going ovo-lacto, but the jury’s still out on whether it’ll stay that way. I’m not going to lie, I love me some cheese. I’m just going to be conscious of where my dairy and eggs come from. There are plenty of local farms that sell cage-free eggs and humanely produced milk. I just need to convince myself the extra five dollars a shopping trip are worth it.
So that’s that. I’m back in veggie-land, and so far I’m loving it. I’m not going to miss that turkey on Thanksgiving, and I can still going to Raising Cane’s. I’ll just have to get fries and sauce. And that’s okay with me.
Any other newly reformed vegetarians out there?