I’ve always had an on/off relationship with eating meat. I was never a huge fan even as a wee yin, hiding mince in my juice cup to be disposed of after dinner. I swore off pork for a while as a teenager, after I read about the horrors of pig farming processes. Somewhere in my late teens I picked it up again because I was too poor/lazy/unimaginative to bother with anything else, but a bad experience with pulled pork hoisted me back onto the vegetarian wagon again.
OK, I confess- I was more of a pescetarian type. Mostly for the variety of pre-packed sandwiches: I hadn’t got over my food laziness, and when the scent of egg and cress makes you physically gag, your only easy veggie options involve all the cheese. Which, as much as I love it, isn’t the best for an everyday choice.
I’d been toying with the idea of veganism for a while. It seemed like an awful lot of work and preparation- and a great big fat expense, too. Plus… no cheese. I wasn’t sure how I’d fare in a world without pizza or brie (occasionally both at the same time). Still, I’d made good on my new year’s resolution to work out more and start getting into shape, but felt my diet wasn’t really helping.
A lot of my job involves sitting down, and my worst fear was of getting into the habit of staying sedentary but eating convenience junk. I’d also been reading up on farming practices and how harmful they were for both animals and the environment: not just for meat production, but dairy too.
While scrolling the internet on a quiet work day- umm, I mean my own time- I found out about Meat Free May and the 30 Day Pledge. As I was already mostly meat-free, this felt like the kick start I needed to give veganism the old college try. I should’ve maybe waited until payday and after my Easter eggs were but a distant memory, but what’s a challenge without a little temptation and hardship to make it interesting?
I signed up, like everything else, headfirst and without thorough planning. Which may have been a mistake, but still. I’m waiting to be sent all the information on how to ease myself into it- or not, as the case may be, but a little advice wouldn’t go amiss. In this day and age there’s a blog for everything, so I figured that by documenting my experiences, I could track my progress and see in black and white how I’d got on. I will very probably regret this at some point, but who knows- after a month, I might not even miss cheese.
Oh God, I miss cheese.