Everything you see in this picture is edible (except me, unless you happen to belong to a cannibal tribe. If you do, you're - luckily- on the verge of extinction, sorry.)
Do you remember that awkward moment when you realized the juicy sausage you're going to eat was a real (not anymore) living being?
You don't? Try harder.
Nothing yet? Oh, well...I do.
My grandpa was passionate about hunting and fishing and he used to bring home any sort of alive and edible sweet animals. But they all used to misteriuosly disappear after a week or so and when I'd ask where did they go, my parents always told me they escaped. So I grew up with a strong belief that crabs are supersmart and that rabbit can easily open their small spring door.
I had happened to see a bunch of eels darting away from their bowls and hide under a piece of furniture (That was a funny day!), so until I was 7-8 years old I had no problem in believing them.
This state of things suddendly changed when grandpa brought home the sweetest chicken I've ever seen in the world. I named him Charlie and we became great friends.
But after a few days
(Oh, no! Not again!)
he was nowhere to be found. That mistery was getting thickier and thickier and, as I was very fond of him, I couldn't believe he just left me.I thought we were friends! I can't believe you left me, stupid Charlie!
But then two thing simultaneously happened and suddendly, a lighting of awareness teared the veil:
My little brother came out from the half-bath off with an happily unaware smile on his chubby face and my beloved friend, croacked in his hands. At the same time I heard my mother saying: " Ehi, don't play with dinner!"
That awful day I sweared I would never, ever, EVER eat meat again and I ended up being vetarian for the next 19 years.
At the time vegetarianism wasn't so common and we had no internet to overload us with informations so I basically spent my teen year feeding myself with pasta and cookies and fainting around.
Later I found out we need proteins, vitamins and other stuff in order to survive and I started a more balanced diet.
sort of. Nasty, nasty sugars!
But still I always lack energy, no matter how many pills of nutritional supplements I choke down, so I recently reintegrate a tiny bit of meat in my diet.
I did notice a few improvement and apparently I'm able to do the stairs without cardiac events again, But I can't prevent myself from not considering it to be food and dislike its smell and taste. (sorry, no intention to insult meat lovers here, it's just a personal issue)
I would be so much happier if I could just feed myself with veggies and stay healthy and strong.
Quite a few of my friends are vegetarian or vegan, I even met a few fructarians, but none of them followed this diet for such a long time as I did. I believe anyone is different and requires his personal lifestyle. But, if you have any experience with that, I would love to hear your story.
Help me!!!
Wish you a good night,
creepyturtle
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