About that whole hippie thing….

Well it just got….worse? Better?

I’ve gone vegan. For real this time.

As I mentioned in the last post, when I did it before I cheated a fair amount. My heart wasn’t in it. I was doing it for the boyfriend and I resented it. I was pissed that choices at restaurants were whittled down to three things. I missed cheese. So I got grumpy. It was hard for me to cut things out of my diet when I had no idea why I was doing it other than to appease a guy.

Then, I watched this documentary.

One of my greatest fears is dying a slow, painful death from cancer. This movie gave me all the scientific evidence that I needed to understand that I should not be putting animal based food in my body. Or crap food in general. Lord knows you can be an unhealthy, junk food vegan. Duncan Heines frosting is vegan! That doesn’t mean it should go in my belly.

I’ve felt lethargic, sad, unmotivated and just tired (expect for the insomnia) all the time. For pretty much my whole adult life. What if putting the right things in my body helped that? I’m willing to go on meds but I’m not willing to eat more veggies?? Bullshit. I want to change my taste buds back to what they were before I loved Taco Bell nachos and Coke. I want to be able to taste natural food again.

Then….I watched this documentary. It’s like a vegan for dummies movie.

Forks over Knives made me see what giving up meat and dairy could do for my health. Vegucated told me what I already knew, that slaughterhouse practices are terrifying, but it also SHOWED me. It shows just enough to make you sick, but not so much that it was in your face.

If you can eat meat after watching a piglet squeal and run for it’s life while another piglet gets shot in the head with a bolt gun, by all means, eat your bacon. I just can’t. I was crying watching that.

I wouldn’t eat him…

So I can’t justify eating him…

Random sidenote, search Google images for “piglet”. Pigs are weird looking animals. They look like bats when they’re babies.

Now I’m not gonna get all preachy on you. If anything else vegan related pops up on this blog it will most likely be me lamenting the fact that there is no awesome fake cheese. No matter what anyone tells you, there just isn’t. I’ve tried them all. Some are passable but never awesome.

My trouble with veganism has always been and will most likely continue to be the people. Just like religious people who feel the need to shove their beliefs in your face and shit on you for what you choose to do, there are plenty of vegans just like that. They piss me off. They give it a bad name. Get off your high horse and let Bob eat Burger King if he wants to. It’s not your body. If you’re concerned about the effect Bob’s meat filled diet is having on animals, then go do something. Protest, join the Animal Liberation Front but shut up. You’re only making Bob want a steak more.

Vegans get preachy and superior. Meat eaters get defensive and angry. Shut up. Do what’s right for you and shut up. If someone wants to get educated then help them out but you can’t force people into a lifestyle change like this.

I finally WANT to do this. It feels really good to want something. I haven’t felt passionate about…pretty much anything for the last few years. I was stuck in a cycle of needing attention and sex and drama (which totally made for better blogging, I agree) so I  never figured out what mattered to me other than men and people thinking I was pretty. I am completely passionate about living as long as I can, being as healthy as I can but more so I can’t hurt an animal. This choice, in an odd way, has started shaping a future for me. I have ideas about what I’d like to do with my life now and it all involves helping animals and people.

It feels so rad to feel something. I’ll still have bad days but this moment, this last week, has been amazing.

Tags: boys, dog, Forks over Knives, slaughter houses, vegan, veggies, Vegucated