Primal Fears

My Bologna Has a First Name, It's M E A T..Less

I can only describe the moment I made the decision to transform my diet into a vegan one as a moment of clarity.  As I see it, my eating habits at the time were that of someone with a disease like alcoholism; and if I wanted to change them, I would have to get rid of some heavy demons. The inspiration for this decision came in the form of a book titled, The Kind Diet. My eyes nearly jumped out the sockets as I read about the real dangers of indulging in an omnivorous diet and the controversial issues surrounding the food and medical industries.  I can still remember the moment I finally came up for air during one of my many heavily engrossed sessions of reading the book.  I looked up at my then fiance and told him I was done.  I declared I would be cutting meat from my diet.  Ah, what a liberating moment it was.  Blissful as it may have been, I didn't stop to really think about what that meant.  Ignoring my primal fears of life with NO MEAT, and for that matter any animal products of any kind, I dove into it feet first.  Cutting cold turkey is great, but not if your blind as a bat to the whole picture.  Nevertheless, I embarked on my journey and for the most part am keeping my head above water.  Inevitably there was denial, withdrawal, craving, moodiness, and resistance; the whole gambit.  Since the official date I claimed this new lease on life, March 29th of 2010, it's been like the most thrilling roller coaster.  Ups and downs, twists and turns.  But it's one that I never want to get off of and I'm surely glad I got on which is ironic considering I loathe roller coasters    :-)