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I've been a vegetarian for two years now, for ethical reasons. I thought long and hard about it one summer and I felt I could not abide the suffering that animals undergo just so I might have a tasty meal.
Perhaps this is what doomed me from the start. My appetite wanted meat (it never seemed physically repulsive, I had grown up with it) but my conscience/intellect refused to allow it. I have always loved food and cooking so being a vegetarian was novel for a while (the first year) but soon became a chore. I resented always being overcharged for vegetable-pasta when eating out with friends and family, or being made to eat alone when visiting at home (because my family continued their meat eating ways and the kitchen accomodates but one cook), etc. Of course, I miss my favourites: very simple meat dishes like spicy sausages, steak and Italian sandwiches.
I'm thinking of starting to eat meat once a week, as long as it is responsibly raised and slaughtered. That will remove most of my objections.
But I'm wondering if anyone has been in this same situation? How do you deal with those who have come to know you as a vegetarian, and make fun of your 'slipping'?
Furthermore, I'm quite thin now and I like myself roughly in this proportion (if only because I'm too cheap to buy new clothes!). Anyone have any trouble in this respect?
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