It’s hard to believe I’ve been on this vegan bus for 29 days. For me, it has been super simple. I think this is largely down to the fact I was vegetarian for so many years….so dropping eggs, dairy and honey were very minor little things.
Never in my life have I felt more connected to the world. Even though veganism is largely misunderstood and crazy stereotyped…I can honestly say it’s taken until now for me to feel totally connected and at ease. It’s been almost spiritual for me. A real cathartic experience.
I totally DO NOT subscribe to the ‘your vegan or your not’ viewpoint….but….that being said, I do struggle with the forums I read. Forums where people will almost verbally attack another person for choosing to consume a product with palm oil (I’ve posted about how awful the deforestation surrounding this product is) but then a few days later confess they’ve had a wee blip and ate some chicken or lamb!
I mean, come on…surely if you’ve decided to go vegan you should at the very least commit to not consuming actual flesh of a being? Like…have a quorn burger that contains and egg white….or a sip of milk in your tea because your pal had no coconut milk….but order a kebab because you were drunk and starving?? That kind of shit blows my brains. I’ve never in all the time I’ve been vegetarian had a blip where I went crazy and ate a steak!
I believe, It’s like anything…you need to be emotionally ready to make a change. You can’t stop smoking if your brain isn’t there…you can’t diet if your mind isn’t on board….you can’t do anything unless your entire being is on the same page. I think that’s why, when you’re truly ready, you don’t suffer the same.
Whilst shopping today I suddenly became aware of the posters printed outside the supermarket…and it became instantly clear to me how fucked up society is.
The absurdity of the above billboard. There is farmer John…all laughs and smiles. Happy as a pig in shit (such a shame many pigs never feel joy like that). There he is, the bold John…walking around his field of live cows. Living and breathing creatures…enjoying the sun beating down upon their backs. Happy! And in the square next to that image….a chunk of the same cow’s flesh…partially cooked, being carved!!! It’s fucking horrendous! The stuff nightmares are made of…a live being one side, in the middle a smiling assassin, and in the next image a bit of the deed body…still seaping blood from its tissue!
Why the hell does Joe Bloggs find that appealing???
I truly don’t see meat as meat any more. I haven’t done for many years. I see people eating chicken and to me it’s parts of a body. They’re pushing parts of a corpse around on their plates to me.
I see Chefs displaying cuts of meat on Sunday cooking shows, usually with entire carcasses hanging behind them…and all I can think is…’Oh my fucking god, that’s a dead body’. You’re salivating over a corpse. It physically repulses me. Cooking shows are absolutely ruined for me now….thanks veganism…I’ll never enjoy an episode of ‘Man Vs. Food’ again!!
Fish make me feel even worse as they are laid there, in all their glory, glazed eyes staring into space!
For many years I didn’t make the same connection with milk or cheese….but now, when you sip your glass of milk…I see puss: white blood cells, blood, bacteria. I see suffering and calves being dragged from their Mum, before she’s delivered her placenta.
It all repulses me!
And THAT is how I manage any cravings. That is why I don’t take a sip of a milkshake or a nibble of chocolate. Because I have made a decision…an informed decision…and I will not allow desire or greed to alter my moral compass. It’s as simple as that, for me!
Sure…I miss things, but I LOVE the freedom of compassionate living much more!
I do not in any way preach to my 4 year old, she was raised vegetarian (because I didn’t know better) and she will make her own choice about veganism or becoming an omnivore. But…she must be paying attention as she had a very enlightened chat with me today going round the supermarket .
She said, out the blue. “Mum, I will never drink milk any more…or eat eggs…or cheese. I want to be a vegan!”.
I told her that was a nice thought and that she could definitely do that if she liked but there was no pressure as some change is better than nothing. I asked her about chocolate and she said “No, I won’t have that as vegans don’t eat that”. I was very impressed.
Fast forward 10 minutes to the chocolate aisle of Tesco. She spots buttons.
Bette: Mum…I want these.
Me: Ah, but they have milk baby. Theyre not vegan.
Wow…that was easy! I’m impressed.
Bette: Mum…I want cones for my vegan ice cream. I want these ones!
Me: Those ones have chocolate baby, That means they contain milk. So they’re not vegan.
Bette: Oh ok…but I still want them. I’ll just try them ok Mum. I’ll be a crazy vegan!
Ah well…she tried.
In fairness, since coming home she’s refused the cones and just ate the ice cream. So, who knows what’s going on in her head! Only time will tell.
Time for bed. We watched ‘Split’ today – fabulous movie, for anyone who hasn’t seen it. Creepy too!
Let’s hope I can get to sleep.
Night night ✌