Losing my Vegetarianity

To understand my life now, I have to take things back to November of last year. maybe even earlier. You see, I had been contemplating eating meet since I moved to New York City and November 2006 is when I succumbed to the carnivorous beast.

I moved to NYC in the summer of 2005, and although my diet had drastically changed while in architecture school, it made an even more significant change when I arrived here. I just couldn't afford to eat a balanced, healthy diet like I had been accustomed to. But, I was very much psychologically inclined to be a vegetarian, still.

It took me about a year to get over those psychological barriers. I went home to Florida at the beginning of November and I told my Mom that I was thinking of eating chicken and/or turkey. During our trip to the grocery store, she paraded me up and down the meat aisle as she chose meal items for the week. At the end, she asked if I wanted her to get some chicken to make for me while I was visiting. Feeling a bit quesy from the meat aisle, I declined.

Next up: James returns to NYC and eats meat!

2 comments:

Johnspage said...

nothing wrong with a little Meat...

Crystal said...

once you go beef, you never go back

i know that doesn't rhyme like it should, but it does. i am a former vegetarian and, although I puked the first time i ate meat after having gone so long without it, i decided that these tiny orgasms in my mouth? yeah, THEY ARE TOTALLY WORTH IT.