The Meat Experiment

9 Jun

I have decided to experiment with my diet.

I grew up eating and enjoying wonderful, Mama-cooked, meat-centric meals every night, but the idea of killing another being for my supper has always made me flinch. In response, I’ve spent two decades trying not to think about it or letting myself feel all of the ethical guilt that picks at my soul.

As I’ve grown up, I’ve lost my appetite for red meat. I never order it and only eat it when it is prepared for me, usually at cook outs with my family. Increasingly, I’ve also realized how little most meat actually means to my taste buds. I’d rather eat a black bean or veggie burger than a turkey one. I always order hummus before chicken fingers. And it is a rare day that I crave actual BBQ more than the okra and macaroni & cheese that usually accompany it. Additionally, I have a growing fascination with veganism and its personal and global benefits. But I love seafood, and the idea of giving up eggs, ice cream and cheese kind of makes me want to cry. Not to mention, a vegan lifestyle seems awfully difficult and time-consuming to maintain.

All of this food contemplation has led me to experimentation. I haven’t eaten meat since Monday, and although that’s not long enough to notice any significant effects, I haven’t missed it at all. I’m going to Maine this weekend, and I’m guessing there will be lots of lobster involved in our adventures, so I’m officially deeming this the pescetarian period. The plan is to transition to vegetarianism next weekend, take another pescetarian break for the Fourth of July and then try out veganism some time next month.

I really have no idea what to expect. I can’t imagine never having fried chicken or crab legs or Ben and Jerry’s again, but I’m open to whatever discoveries appear and ready to chronicle my findings. And if anyone has any advice or suggestions, please let me know!

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