As you may have gathered from my two previous posts, I went to a wedding the other day. I knew no one except my date and my date knew no one except for the groom. Neither of us is exceptionally social by nature so we made our own fun.
The bride and groom were super cool. They had an In & Out Burger truck come by to feed the guests. This was an awesome idea… but, um, I don’t eat meat anymore so my choices were:
- Eat a burger
- Eat nothing
When faced with these choices I generally opt for the burger to forgo the starving. It’s the lesser of two evils. The burger was fantastic, of course. Afterward my belly was yelling “WTF is this? What am I supposed to do with THIS? Didn’t we discuss this? Aren’t we done with this way? C’mon!”
The ginger tea later on helped.
Why do I feel bad mentally, physically and emotionally when I eat meat? I used to eat meat all the time. I’m not allergic or anything. I just don’t agree with the factory farm system in the USA and how it’s sucky for the animals, the workers, the environment and our bodies. That’s all. No biggie.
I’M JUST TRYING TO SAVE THE WORLD HERE PEOPLE, one veggie Chipotle burrito at a time.
Then I ran across this impressive bit of wisdom from Bill Clinton. He’s on a plant-based diet. He didn’t say he was vegan. He said he was on a plant-based diet which to me sound like plant BASED means there is room for the occasional burger without feeling like crossing some picket line.
I don’t usually like waving the ol’ veggie flag, but this makes sense especially when we’re talking about health.
But that burger I ate was good. Mmmmm tasty.
If you have to make a choice between meat from one or the other, go for Chipotle. They choose meat from animals that were treated kindly… before, well, you know.