6 Reasons I’m Still A Vegetarian

It has come to my attention that not everyone has a favorite type of cow. I do. Evidently this isn’t something that falls into the realm of normal. Damn, I was almost pulling it off.

Photo by Rachel Kramer
Photo by Rachel Kramer

Belted Galloways are my favorite cows. They remind me of my childhood in mid-coast Maine and really they’re just the funniest looking things, the physical manifestation of an Oreo cookie. One glance at these fluffy, beautiful creatures and I’m reassured that I’m making the right choice for me by continuing to not eat meat.

Over two years I became a vegetarian on a whim. The story is midly ridiculous, something my family frequently points out. I’ve also had several mishaps along the way. Let me just note, technically I’m a pescatarian because occasionally I do eat seafood. I also want to remind you that this is about me, not about you. N eats meat. Every person I love eats meat. That’s their personal choice and this is mine.

Here’s why, over two years later, I still don’t eat meat.

1. I relate all animals back to my dog. When Archie makes a face, I immediately assign it a human emotion. He was scared when the closet popped open? Then he gets embarrassed and low wags his way over to his momma. I think they call it personification. The more I do it with Archie, the more I feel like I can interpret his every feeling, emotion, and happiness. And the more I do it with him, the more connected I feel to other animals. Like if I spent enough time with any animal, I’d feel the same way.

2. Pork is what I would imagine human looks like. You know, if human was sliced up and put on styrofoam trays and covered in plastic wrap. Eek. I get the heebie jeebies just thinking about it. Every time I see pork chops in the grocery store I cannot stop my brain from going there. I just can’t. I realize I could be the only person in the world who thinks this and that it also makes me possibly disturbed and crazy.

3. Death really really scares me. I don’t like the idea of eating something that had to die. That experienced pain. That was scared. I don’t know. I wouldn’t want someone to eat me.

4. It’s green. I won’t throw stats out there but not eating meat allegedly conserves fossil fuel, water, grains, and soil. Until I can afford a hybrid car, I like knowing this. I’ll just go put on my Birkenstocks now…

5. Some studies have found that vegetarians live longer. I’m really trying to live to be 100. If I had to list life goals, this is pretty high up on the list.

6. I just don’t miss it. Some people really enjoy meat. I was never one of them. Okay okay, on occasion the chicken fingers from Chili’s sound really good and don’t let me near a BLT, my self-control isn’t that strong. But I very rarely feel like I’m missing out on anything. When I do, I usually grab one of the 5 foods I eat when I really miss meat.

Sometimes I feel obnoxious at group dinners suggesting only appetizers that I can join in on. At big family gatherings, I feel bad when other people feel bad when they tell me they used chicken broth in the stuffing and I’m stuck eating green bean cassarole (vom). And while I don’t feel limited in most restaurants, we do frequent a lot of the same places that have options for me. And we eat pizza. Lots of pizza.

But in the end, I’m very happy with my decision. And who knows? Maybe one day I’ll be chowing down on some meat and I’ll re-read this post and laugh at myself.

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