After being a vegetarian for many
weeks, I can say that it is a very morally rewarding experience. I have put
myself in another’s shoes and survived. Meat became the enemy and vegetables
the ally. I experienced the ups and downs of a meat free life, and can say it
has made me more aware. I am no longer ignorant to the conditions of industrial
slaughterhouses around the nation. But through this project I have also become
aware that cutting meat out of my life isn’t going to change those conditions.
Now this might come as somewhat of a
surprise, but I am not going to continue living the vegetarian life. I know
that cows are being tortured, but my not consuming meat isn’t going to make the
impact I want it to. Besides it’s not even consuming meat that I have a problem
with, it’s the torturing of the animals and workers that I don’t like. Animals
were placed on this planet for us to eat, not for us to torture before we eat
them. This is why I plan on limiting myself to having meat only once a day and
getting meat from local places I know as often as possible. I’m not making a
complete switch back to my old lifestyle, but I’m not sticking with my new one
either. This plan is the compromise I’ve come up with, to satisfy my moral and
logical sides, and to keep healthy.
My body has taken somewhat of a toll
during my weeks as a vegetarian. I started bruising more easily, and it got to
the point where it looked like I was getting beaten up because of how many
bruises I had and the amount of them that were in abnormal places. My energy levels
started off higher, but slowly began to decrease as the weeks went by. As far
as I can tell, these symptoms go along with getting low levels of protein. If I
wasn’t lactose intolerant I would be more likely to stay a vegetarian, my
intolerance for dairy cuts out a main source of protein and eliminates many
vegetarian dishes.
This past weekend marked the end of my
project, and the official end of my vegetarianism. I’m proud of myself for
sticking with it as long as I did, but as the end neared, I knew it wouldn’t
last. My breaking point was when I went to my friend Jill’s house in San
Francisco for Memorial Day Weekend. I knew that I didn’t have to be a
vegetarian anymore, but hadn’t made the transition back to my old ways. The
first meal that we had was pulled pork, sweet potatoes, brussel
sprouts and a salad of avocado, cucumber and tomatoes. I politely passed on the
pulled pork that night, but when Jill’s sisters were eating it for lunch the
next day, I cracked. Pulled pork is my favorite! I then consumed meat for the
rest of the weekend (barbeque chicken, bacon, burgers, etc.) without one ounce
of regret (terrible, I know). I overdosed on meat, and my body is not very
happy about it. I’ve been plagued with a terrible stomachache. I guess this is
the price I’m going to have to pay while my body gets readjusted. Goodbye
veggies and hello meat.
There’s one thing I still want to know
even though this is my final goodbye; have any of you experienced an upset
stomach when you decided to quit being a vegetarian? I’m curious to know if
this is normal. To my lovely readers that were moved by my words and are going
to stay a vegetarian, keep on trucking. I believe in you and I have a lot of
respect for vegetarians and vegans worldwide. To those who have decided, like
me, that the vegetarian life isn’t an option, it is okay. We tried and the cows
(hopefully) appreciate our efforts. Stay true to yourself, and most
importantly, stay healthy.