To borrow some screenwriting terms, yesterday I crossed the first threshold—eagerly flinging the doors open to enter my new world. I dreamt up what meat I might eat, landed on chicken, and went for it.
Today, I find myself refusing the call. I feel daunted by the notion that I need to eat more -- or turkey -- today. The magic is already worn, the glimmer fading. Doubt and questioning of myself, my diet -- my identity -- is setting in.
I’m not sure I want to do this.
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This has to be hard, Amy. I've been a vegetarian for about 11 years, but for the past three years I've been less strict. Meaning that every once in a while I will have a bite or two of bacon, pepperoni pizza, or meatballs, and I'm no longer driving a lot of people crazy by asking them to tell me exactly what's in the food that they've made. :)
ReplyDeleteSometimes meat just sounds gross to me and I think it would be really hard to make myself eat it. Good luck! I really hope it gets easier for you, if this is what you decide that you want/need to do.
Oh, sweetie, I think it might be the chicken you chose rather than the choice of chicken. Does that make sense? They're not cooking with a whole lot of love at the Starbucks commissary. When you are ready to try again (and honestly, no pressure), I would be very, very happy to roast you one of our CSA chickens! Happy chicken with extra love baked in! :-)
ReplyDeleteThanks for the support, friends! I definitely think it's the choices of food - which, thus far, have been purely out of convenience and a bit of a fear factor (I want something prepared for me rather than me having to go in and select a hunk of raw meat and...then what?!).
ReplyDeleteRebecca, I need to take you up on that offer!!