A puzzled look. A raised eyebrow. So, are you going to become one of those extreme vegetarians who try to convince everyone else that meat is murder?
No. I wish I had an activist in me, but I don't. I will never ever impose my beliefs on other people. I just want to eat and feel good about myself. I want to get rid of that growing feeling of unease in my gut. If that means being the laughing stock when I'm around other people, so be it. That's a price I'm willing to pay. But vegan? No. I haven't become vegan. I wear leather shoes. I have a leather bag. If anything - I'm a hypocrite.
Since I've cut down on sugar and gluten (due to the fact that I felt bloated and wanted a change), it looks like I'm going to starve. OK. Fine. I'm not going to starve, but I can't help feeling slighly... limited. But there must be other people out there who don't eat meat, eggs, dairy products, sugar and gluten? I can't be the only one - right?
I lay awake last night and thought about this blog. How I started it last October because I wanted to improve my eating habits. If someone had told me that I would be writing this in the middle of July the following year, I would have looked at them as if they were insane. Then I would have laughed out loud and continued to eat my bacon and eggs. Because that's what my first breakfast on this blog consisted of. The very first picture I uploaded.
I thought about the social aspects. Christmas. Easter. Sunday brunch with lots and lots of bacon and eggs. Steak.
And then I realized that I don't really like eggs (except in pancakes) and Christmas? All I eat are my mothers meatballs. I don't like Christmas ham or Swedish herring (sill). Exactly what is it I'm giving up? I can still sit at the table, eat and be social. And brunch? There are alternatives to bacon and eggs. Steak? I've cooked steak once in my life. Didn't taste all that great. Why is eating meat such a big part of socializing? I can eat a piece of cardboard for lunch as long as I do it in the company of someone I really care about. Don't get me wrong. This is going to be hard - I know that. But I enjoy a challenge. I've taken on things before that I've never finished. It's kind of my thing. Maybe I'll go crazy and end up going on a bacon binge in the middle of the night, but somehow I doubt it. I actually believe I can do this. Finish it. Maybe I have omitted all that makes life worth living, but the way I see it, life is too short to walk around and feel guilty. If you feel that you might as well jump off a cliff if you were to have no more meat, maybe you need to reevaluate your life*. Too kumbaya? Maybe.
Anyway, I came to the conclusion that it's not really that big a deal. It's not as if I've decided to become an alien. I've stopped eating meat, egg and dairy.
It's funny how things turn out. I started a blog. Now I don't eat meat.
It's a change, but change is good.
*This isn't me preaching, this is me trying to convince myself that I can do this.