I have wanted to be a vegetarian since I was a little kid. My family’s lifestyle didn’t support it at the time, so I told myself “As soon as I am on my own, I’ll be a vegetarian.” When it came time for me to move out, though, I didn’t stop eating meat. I kept up with old habits. Pound after pound packed on and here 5 years later, I am not doing any better regarding my relationship with food.

I have used fancy phrases like “transitioning vegetarian” & “pesco vegetarian” and what it feels like to me is a big fat lie. I am not living my truth and I am realizing now how this is affecting myself and my relationships.

Yesterday I had the last hot dog I will ever eat. It tasted so good, but I physically felt ill after eating it. I knew I was making the wrong choice while I was making it and I made it anyway!! WHY do I do this to myself?? Well, says I to me, enough.

My ideal would be veganism. On one hand, going cold turkey and jumping in with both feet could be the best way to keep me from cheating or it could drive me completely crazy.

I have always had it in my head that I couldn’t call myself something until I had proven to the gods that I had become worthy of a title, but you know what? I’m through with that. I need some real affirmation from within that I am on the right track with my life.

I am an artist. I am creative. I am a vegetarian. I am a compassionate being. I am an Earth loving Pagani. I am an environmentalist. I am a scholar. I am healthy. I am a very rad citizen of the cosmos. I am blessed. I am a domestic genius. I am content.

There. *deep breath* Feels good.

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