Thursday, October 22, 2015

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Twenty seven and a half years.

1988 Spring.  Senior in High School.  Age 17.  Stops eating all meat, poultry, seafood, etc.  Lacto-Ovo Vegetarian.



I don't like killing things.

But I'm totally fine with them suffering for me?

I read.  Diet for New America.  Fast-Food Nation.  Vegetarian Times.  Vegan Resource Network.  I'm good.

Twenty Seven and a Half Years.

Am I healthy?

Am I thin?

I binge on carbs, my palate becomes dulled.  No one understands.  I don't either.

Twenty Seven and a Half Years.

My first real bite of shrimp in almost 3 decades was delicious.  I forgot how much I liked seafood.

I'm transitioning.  Start with Sushi.  I never said I would stop eating sushi.  Even though I kind of did.  Stopped eating the crab and fish kind.

I read labels.  I avoid fish, chicken broth, lard.  I won't eat a twinkie because they're still labelled with beef fat.

Arguments at dinner become boring.  Plants have feelings too.  You don't even like vegetables that much.  Where do you get your protein?  How can you eat soy?

I'm not militant.

I don't care what you eat.

My wife is not vegetarian.

My daughter is not vegetarian.

As of two nights ago, neither am I.

I am taking this slowly.

My body hasn't had this type of food in a long time.  My digestion needs to be reset.

My wife made ground beef tacos this evening for dinner, along with soyrizo, which is amongst the tastiest of vegetarian meats.  I ate one.  I'm still here.  The vegetarian police haven't knocked on my door to arrest me.

Who am I harming?  Me?  Somehow I don't think so.  I'm still overweight.  I binge on carbs.  Somehow I think that might be going away.  We'll see.

I don't want to hear "I told you so."  I don't need to be told "I don't know what took you so long."  That's inappropriate.  I do not regret my diet.  I do not regret those decisions.  I lived the way I felt I needed to live.

I am 44 years old.  Change is inevitable.  Stagnation is death.

Twenty-Seven and a Half Years.

Long enough.

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