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Here's what's new with me this month...

I've decided the time is right to recommit to eating vegetarian. Ultimately, one day, when I'm ready - and no, it's not as simple as 'just doing it' for me (and it was never that simple for most people I know who did it) I aim to eat a completely animal free diet. One day. For now, I'm a vegetarian.

I've decided this is easy, so so easy, and that is why there is no reason to wait any longer, to prevaricate and um and ah...

In the end it was the realisation I don't actually like the taste and texture of meat, that I try hard not to think about what I'm eating when I eat meat that occurred to me. When I realised this, I realised how silly I'd been trying to 'not care' for the last little while.

The truth is, I do care.

There were always many meats I wouldn't touch with a barge pole; pork, lamb, veal, most seafood...

I was really beginning to feel unwell (not so much physically - though I did feel clogged up a bit - more emotionally or spiritually) whenever I ate beef...

Receently, I started turning off at the thought of eating chicken as well.

I just can't eat these foods any more and feel good about it. This has been a twenty year journey with many phases (omnivore, vegetarian, vegan, fruitarian, raw foodist - I'm done them all for at least a couple of months each), so no snap decisions here...



So, there you go. You might think I'm a drama queen or that I'm childish. Maybe I am.

I don't eat a lot of eggs or dairy products as it is, but am still clinging to milk in my hot drinks - it's not that I like milk - I actually don't like milk either, I just don't like coffee or tea without it, and I really like coffee and tea... I don't like soy milk or rice milk... I might give almond milk a try, we'll see how it goes.

For now, I'll get on with eating a vegetarian diet. I'll commit to that because it's easy and I'm all over easy.

Did you ever feel there was a change you wanted or needed to make but for a long time it felt too hard, until one day it didn't feel hard anymore?



Comments

I'm not a big meat eater either. Although I do love spag bog.

The problem is, I'm not a big anything eater. I'm fussy a nd it's embarrassing how so. One day I hope to just be able to try things easily instead of being scared of it.
Sif Dal said…
Jess, I can feel where you're coming from to a degree. As my nearest and dearest know, I have many food 'issues'. I find it almost impossible to eat at other people's houses and eating out for three main reasons...

1. Fear of food poisoning. I have a profound fear of contaminated foods. If I haven't seen food being cooked and seen where and how it was cook, I can't eat it. If food has stood out for a while (in a display window, bain marie, or on a countertop, I can't eat it. If it has been frozen after cooking and reheated, I can't eat it... You get my drift. I rarely eat at get togethers with people.

2. I fear offending 'the cook'. I had a deep fear of putting something in my mouth and disliking the flavour or texture and wanting to spit it out and offending the maker. I once burst into tears when the Grumpy Old Man made a traditional French three cheese soup and I couldn't bare the smell of it and wanted to hurl after the first spoonful.

3. I fear having limited choice and having to try and explain my food fears...

I actually eat a variety of foods and enjoy a variety of foods but am very cautious with food hygiene, obsessively so.

So, you have my sympathies - I find social eating scene horribly confronting because of my issues.

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