The Day I Stopped Eating Meat

 It just happened one day that I practically stopped eating meat. It has nothing to do with a personality or spiritual or whatever belief change. I'm not trying to become a vegetarian. I think becoming a 'vegetarian' is an intimidating commitment= it has a title: I'm a vegetarian. I wouldn't think I'd have enough discipline or self-control to fully uphold that title. I'm just a person who does not eat meat any longer. I think this is the most notable last meat I've ever eaten - the lamb chops here. And that was like, many forevers ago. It was true a celebration to the meat-eating life.

 But when I stopped eating meat, I actually felt better. I lost 12 pounds. Yes, twelve pounds. I wasn't dieting; I just stopped eating meat. Every time I line up at the cafeteria, I always look for those meatless dishes, and really, they are quite good.I'm not the type who denies myself - especially food or coffee or relaxation. So if I enjoy food without meat, it's because I really do.

 

 When I stopped eating meat, I felt lighter, like I have enough energy to do things. My sleep has become better and I wake up feeling refreshed. My skin also became clearer; I often go out without make-up as I felt there was no need to cover up. I feel fantastic.

 It's fun, eating no meat. After some time, I realize that even if roast beef is there, I really don't miss it. I get vegetable omelet instead of bacon; vegetable quiche in place of pork roast. Plus. I've lessened eating deep-fried foods.
It's all good. But if we go out and you feel like eating shawarma, sure, I'll join you. I'm not a vegetarian. I'm just a person who no longer eats meat- but still reserves room for a few cheats now and then. :)