Showing posts with label vegetarian diet concerns. Show all posts
Showing posts with label vegetarian diet concerns. Show all posts

Monday, January 16, 2012

On Eating Meat.

Not so long ago, if you had offered me a bacon sample at the farmer's market, I would have turned my head. But about a year ago now, I decided to abandon my vegetarian ways in favor of meat eating.

What would make a socially conscious animal lover start munching on pig again?? After all, I used to look at meat eaters and former vegetarians as uneducated sell outs. (Sorry!)

Here are some of the thoughts I had wrestled with for the year before I started to eat meat.

  1. Most importantly, I wondered if abstaining from meat consumption would really change the meat industry.  If we vote with how we spend our money, can complete removal from participation actually cause a change? Funneling money into ethically, sustainable raised meat in my local food shed seemed like a more productive way to change the industry. 
  2. Buying grain-meat was supporting factories, not farms. As fun as it was to find good vegetarian "meat" for those times I really craved it, this food did not FEEL nourishing to me. It felt like the vegetarian version of spam. Cheap, fake, plastic. Yuck.
  3. The year I was diagnosed with my endocrine-type disorder was the same year I had become a vegetarian. I often wondered if vegetarian eating was a related factor in my illness becoming increasingly worse. 
  4. We were trying to become pregnant, and my diet records showed that I was not getting nearly enough protein, even though I was very much following the book.
  5. I had heard several smart former vegetarians mention their depression while following a vegan or vegetarian diet, and I had recently met some of the most unhealthy vegans. With thyroid problems. And depression. Too close for comfort.
But then, one day, I wanted meat more than I have ever craved any food in my life. I wanted bacon like I would want air while at the bottom of the pool. I wanted bacon like children need their mothers. I wanted bacon like plants turn to the sun.

So I ate it. And I've kept eating it. And I have not been magically cured yet. But I feel more balanced, less tired, happier. Bring on the free range, local meats!