Why going Vegan hasn't worked for me...yet
At the end of August, you may remember a previous post I wrote about going Vegan for 30 days. I know, shock horror right? I'm going to be honest, writing and publishing that blog made me kind of nervous, as I was expecting all kinds of abuse and ridicule. Let's be honest, Vegans get a pretty bad rep. And the ones who are sanctimonious and constantly try and shove it down your throat kind of deserve it. But my goal wasn't to act like that. Something clicked in me that made me want to stop animals from suffering. Something shifted in me that made me feel absolutely sick to my stomach when I looked at a piece of meat. And when I thought about where that product came from, in reverse, it made me incredibly depressed and miserable. Because whether you have some frozen chicken wings in your freezer, or some cathedral city cheese in your fridge, or just a small carton of cows milk by your kettle, the fact is, the source of those things you are consuming, somewhere an animal has