At 32 I finally decided to do something I should have done a long, long time ago. Fear of ridicule, lack of a strong reason, just plain laziness… all these things that I used to view as decent reasons somehow stopped becoming so damn important. I’m only a few weeks in to this new journey. It’s taken me too long to decide to go for it, but I’m very glad I have.
A few weeks ago I stopped eating meat and dairy. Now in the interests of transparency, I slipped up a couple of times – one meal out and a couple of chocolates on one occasion. But the rest of the time, just plants. Just eating plants.
I was an avid carnivore. I love cheese with a passion. Like, really. But I’ve been watching and reading and learning about how large-scale agriculture is having an effect on the planet and just right then – Bam! I found my reason.
I don’t want to be a part of the corruption and greed. I don’t want to be a part of the daily destruction of our planet. Any hesitation I felt about having to explain to dubious family and friends paled in comparison to these problems, real problems, things that are happening today.
I don’t call myself a vegan. I’m not – I’m still working out clothing and honey and still learning, educating myself. But eating more of a plant-based diet seems to sit well with me. I feel like I’m being more true to myself, I feel settled in a place I should have been a long time ago. And the things that used to put me off just aren’t that important any more. I’ll take the criticism with a pinch of salt. I’ll put up with being the odd one out at a BBQ.
My skin’s cleared up, my soul has slowed. My weight has dropped a little and my digestion has improved. My food is a rainbow of colour and I eat a lot more crunchy veg – something I kept forgetting how much I enjoyed.
I’m glad that I’ve finally taken the step to stand up for something I feel a deep passion for. On to the next big adventure…