It’s a REALLY good idea to give up one thing at a time, not just because it’s easier, but it is MUCH better for your body. After years of eating meat, you need to let your body slowly get used to the change in vitamins you will experience. (And also make sure to buy a multi-vitamin.) I stopped eating red meat first, then chicken, and then fish.
I do eat dairy products, so I’m not a vegan. However, I am well aware of the horrific and unbearably heartbreaking conditions cows undergo to give milk (metal clamps on their sensitive udders, being forced to produce far more gallons of milk each day than they naturally should, over-crowding, being given so many anti-biotics that trace amount can be found in milk) SO I always buy organic, and research which brands have bad histories of animal treatment.
However, I’ve tried soy milk and it’s SO good with cereal because it’s sweet, it makes any cereal taste better! (You should also try Almond Milk and Rice Milk, just so you can decide yourself which you like better!) Vegan cheese is not that good, I have yet to find one I like the taste of.
If you decide to become a vegetarian, just message me and I can give you a list of the best-tasting products I’ve found out there and some recipes! : )
“I had always had the oddest feeling, consider it knowledge, that if I were ever to find myself inside the cockpit of a 767 with two dead piolets and afew hundred passengers in the cabin behind me, I would absolutely be able to land the ninety-thousand-pound jet.”—Augusten Burroughs
“There is something about words. In expert hands, manipulated deftly, they take you prisoner. Wind themselves around your limbs like spider silk, and when you are so enthralled you cannot move, they pierce your skin, enter your blood, numb your thoughts. Inside you they work their magic.”—The Thirteenth Tale, by Diane Setterfield
“And suddenly, this word fills me with a brand of sadness I haven’t felt since childhood. The kind of sadness you feel at the end of summer. When the fireflies are gone, the ponds have dried up and the plants are wilted, weary from being so green.”—Augusten Burroughs
“The hours between eight in the evening and one or two in the morning have always been my magic hours. Against the blue candlewick bedspread the white pages of my open book, illuminated by a circle of lamplight, were the gateway to another world.”—Diane Setterfield (The Thirteenth Tale)
And I’m sorry if I haven’t written to you in a while. It’s just that life gets in the way of living. It’s just that my fingers were stuck together. It’s just that all the paper in the world caught fire.
You’ll forgive me if I haven’t written in a while. It’s just that all the envelopes made love to dragonflies and now, we cannot bring them down. It’s just that time stopped ticking. It’s just that all the ink ran clear.
My apologies if I haven’t written in a while. It’s just that words ran out of letters (these are the last in the bag). It’s just that language isn’t perfect. It’s just, me.