I have been thinking about meat (and going vegan) for a while. I have never been a so called “meat-lover” but I have been brought up by my grandma’s lasagna and entered my adult life one planche de charcuterie at a time once I moved to France.
I have known many people that swore on the benefits of cutting out animal products from their diet. I started to get quite intrigued about it — but I guess the subject just wasn’t “mature” enough in me to actually make me take a step forward. Until my personal vegan angel came back to the UK to educate me – and after many documentaries, scientific papers and so on – I decided that maybe it was time to get real about my food.
The health issue
The health side of it was definitely the main trigger. Lower my chance of getting diabetes, heart problems or even cancer? Count me in. But the reality is, even if you read about it in a scientific paper, if you hear it from many doctors in numerous documentaries and your vegan friends keep on telling you — it’s really difficult to wipe away everything you thought true since you were a kid.
“Drink your milk, it makes your bones stronger!”, “You need meat, protein is important!” and so on, and so on. Nobody ever told me that a bowl of lentils have more protein in it than a piece of pork. And less fat, of course.
And all the other issues…
Even if it wasn’t for my health, I doubt I could eat another piece of lamb (or whatever else) and not feel terrible anyway. Watching the destruction that the meat industry is creating and the terrible way animals are treated is much more shocking that just hearing someone talking about it. It’s like a horror movie in the real world, where we are the monsters.
If you are not really into documentary and reading this has already bored you, then just watch Okja. Netflix’s movie is amazingly heartbreaking.
It’s difficult to share your point of view when as soon as you say you are vegan, people tell you that you are trying to lecture them (like all vegans do, of course). At the same time, though, it’s difficult to shut up when everybody is trying to convince you that you should stop being a hippy and just “enjoy” food.
People talk about food all the time — I only wish that they would actually be informed. An alternative exists, and it’s tasty.