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Both of my parents are vegan. It was mom's idea and she literally bribed dad into it. She simply said,
"I will not be a widow. You will eat as I do, or I will divorce you. This is not a joke."
And dad gave up meat. Not just meat, but eggs too. For my father to give up meat and eggs is... well I'm sure you get the idea. So then mom and dad came after me and told me there's chemicals in the animals, in the feed, and in every product that comes from them.
And I'm like... "Chemicals? Okay. What chemicals?" I had doubt. I let go of meat, because I didn't care for it anyway, but I hung on to dairy because I love cheese.
Well I finally got around to doing my own research, and I realized the full extent of what mom meant by "chemicals". Pus, feces, infection, antibiotic, disease... I mean you name it. All of it runs rampant in these farms, and it's not even that my parent's are thinking, "Oh, those poor animals." No, they're thinking, "I can't be eating pus and shit and disease-ridden animals!"
And now I'm thinking the very same.
So I've finally decided to follow in my parents' footsteps.
I surveyed what was in my fridge and I realized I have almost nothing to eat, unless I enjoy eating greens alone. Which I don't.
Goodbye, delicious milk.
Goodbye, delicious eggs.
Goodbye, delicious cheese.
It's not that meat is bad for human consumption. It would be great if the meat hadn't come from a sick cow, or a grain-fed cow, or a even a healthy pasture-raised cow fed on chemical-fecal-disease-laden grasses.
I have some friends who travel to Europe. When they come back, they always tell me that they felt so great over there, but once they came back and ate a bite of US meat, they became violently ill. Our country is quite clearly the problem. It is trying to kill us.
So my parents went and bought their own chickens!
Yes, that is a chicken.
Mom and dad refuse to eat their chicken pets (I wouldn't want to eat such cute bird either), but they are egg-laying and dad can finally have his eggs in the morning again. I'm so jealous.
My first grocery bill was under $50.
So I'm already saving money in eating this way. Score!
I continued fasting past breakfast this morning so I could grocery shop and settle in to write this post, but if you'll excuse me, I'll be in the kitchen cooking up some vegetable stock (I've been saving my vegetable refuse in the freezer to turn into stock) which I will then use to cook up some split pea soup. I love that stuff.
Vegan eating may not be so difficult, after all.