I have a confession to make. I am a vegetarian, and have been for almost a year. As much as I love the taste of meat, my love affair with it is over. Over fifty years is long enough!
I have wanted to be a vegetarian since I was in my twenties, and hey, it only took me thirty years, go me! /sarcasm
I have had an abiding love for animals since I can remember, and I've always had a hard time reconciling this love with my consumption of their flesh. I'm not here to preach, or convince anyone of the benefits, or argue. You do you, Boo. I just wanted to share. It happened in California (no jokes, please!), which honestly is a coincidence, except for maybe all the amazing restaurants in the Bay Area, which were only too happy to DoorDash me piles and piles of meat. Suddenly, it grossed me out. I just had had too much, and thinking about eating more made me gag. So, on March 1st, 2022 I started my vegetarian adventure. I'm thoughtful about it, and make sure I get enough iron and protein. And nobody will ever take my cheese or eggs away from me! Vegan I will never be.
Vegetarian, I think I can handle. And I can eat guilt-free.
While I certainly don't shun vegetables, I could never give up meat. I am looking forward to my sportsmen's club game dinner on Feb. 17th.
If my doctor told me I would die if I continue to eat meat, I would just pre-plan my funeral.
HAHAHAHAHAHA! Pre-planning is smart. I mean, I get it. I felt that way for a long, long time. Hell, very rare prime rib was my favorite meal of all time! But something just shifted inside me, I guess. I have no regrets.
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