Saturday, October 06, 2007
I've been off and on vegetarian for years. I never called myself vegetarian until recently. I would just choose to eat veg most days of the week. In July I read Skinny Bitch and haven't eaten meat (not even fish) since, with one very minor exception which I blogged about.
So now it's been three months or so. (I don't remember the last time I ate meat prior to reading Skinny Bitch so close is going to have to suffice.) I feel good about my decision but sometimes it's tough. My husband is omnivore and occasionally complains about me not cooking meat. Sometimes he forgets and offers me some of his meat-containing food.
Giving up pork, beef and chicken wasn't hard. In fact, it was quite easy. I don't miss any of it. Fish and seafood has been another story. That's my only real temptation. Sometimes I feel like I eventually will go back to eating fish. But not now. Now I couldn't do it and feel right about the choice. I guess it all goes back to why I'm doing this in the first place. My health. My body. My well-being.
The good news is that I've totally lost my taste for beef, chicken and pork. (I was never much of a pork person anyway.) So they can keep all of their antibiotics and growth hormone and god-knows-what-else. I won't be putting it into MY body.