2 months. Or 63 days to be exact. No meat.
It started as a ’30-day trial’ as I was not even sure if I could stay on a vegetarian diet for long. Surprisingly, a lot of ‘inconveniences’ were self-conjured. Over the past weeks, I discovered that there were actually many vegetarian dining options out there – and many many other possibilities of how one could prepare a hearty meal without harming any animals. Most importantly, plants can taste good, if not better!
I am confident enough to say that I am pledging to be a vegetarian for life. I don’t want that awful sensation of putting animals into my mouth anymore. I don’t want to burp dead animals. I want to put a stop to violent animal farming practices.
That said, I hope you don’t see me as some arrogant self-righteous animal rights crackpot. I am still your normal friend and I don’t mind you eating animals in front of me. My dearest Dad still enjoys his pig trotters and assam fish head while I quietly savour my lifeless vegetables at the dinner table. Our conversations are normal and family bonds remain as strong as before. Nobody at home could really find any reason to complain about me eating plants in front of them, so there.
Nothing has changed really, I am still me, except for a slight stirring from within – that I am meatless-ly happy. 🙂