Friday, September 21, 2012

True Story: Why I Became a Vegetarian


Perelandra is a haven for Brooklyn herbivores, but we do not exclusively serve vegetarians. Moreover, our staff run the gamut in their dietary choices, but the one thing that holds true among both our staff and customers is a dedication to the highest quality local, sustainable food. Much of the time that food is vegetarian, but not always.

We each have our own stories and experiences that have helped shaped the decisions we've made in our lives. I became a vegetarian when I was 14 because I thought "why not?" The first time I tried it, I had gone a few days without eating meat, but didn't tell anyone what I was doing. Consequently, I broke my vegetarianism because my dad wanted to get some fast food and I couldn't (or didn't want to) turn it down. I tried a couple more times that year, and at one point it stuck. This was probably due to my older sister adopting a vegetarian diet, so our parents had to pay attention. I went a number of years this way: not eating meat just for the sake of not eating meat. Then when I was 19 years old, having adopted a vegan diet a year before, I read The Food Revolution by John Robbins. This book gave me reason and purpose for my decisions to completely forgo any animal products in my diet. For some people, it's animal rights and welfare that resonates with them most, causing them to eliminate meats, fish, eggs, and dairy from their diets. For other people it's their own personal health, with so many claims about people overcoming disease through adopting a plant-based diet. For me though, it was the health of the planet that was my main motivation. The destruction of the environment that has occurred as a result of factory farms, genetic modifications, and clearing the rainforest to make way for grazing cattle was what gave me purpose. By choosing to not support these practices, I was making a political statement against these acts. 


Over the years my beliefs have both intensified and become more relaxed, which has manifested in different ways. During college I was adamant that no animal foods should enter my home, and would debate anyone who even so much as questioned my judgement. Needless to say I've mellowed a bit over the years, and while I do eat meat now, I try to eat only the best quality local, sustainably produced meat in moderation.

Whether you're a vegetarian or not, it's valuable to take a moment and consider the choices you make, and the implications of the foods you decide to put in your body. There are some compelling stories to be found all over, including this one written by Jorie on The Midwest Maven blog:
 
Why I Became a Vegetarian
 
A little more than two years ago, in a candlelit restaurant in Vienna, Austria, I sliced into a hunk of chicken cordon bleu, and declared defiantly to Mike, “I could never be a vegetarian.” I remember that statement all-too-clearly, as I tend to do with the sweeping generalizations that I sometimes make and inevitably have to retract. Later that spring of 2010, Mike and I returned to Chicago after six weeks of hostel-hopping all around western Europe. I met up with my college roommate Becca for lunch.
 
She was en route on a cross-country move, headed to Denver to begin a new job. Becca had been a vegetarian for most of the time I’d known her, and had recently made the switch to a full-fledged vegan. As we sat in a tiny little Mexican restaurant off I-80, I quizzed her about her new lifestyle, the way a couch potato asks a runner about training for a marathon. “How do you do it?” “Do you feel tired?” “Are you getting enough protein?” “Do you miss cheese?”
Becca, in fact, was doing great. I remember her telling me she felt healthier, lighter than ever before. I can attest; her skin was downright glowy. That bitch. I bit into my chicken quesadilla, dipped in sour cream, and swallowed uneasily. Maybe she was onto something.
 
After I expressed a mild interest in vegetarianism, Bec encouraged me—never preachy, this gal—to look into the book The Kind Diet, by Alicia Silverstone. So I did. Who knew that Cher from Clueless would wind up being the spirit guide on my vegetarian quest? The book was my first foray into learning about the meat industry, which I had willfully neglected thinking about for my first 22 years. I discovered some eye-opening facts.
 
I decided to try vegetarianism for 30 days. I made a deal with myself: if I liked it, I would try for two months. If I was foaming at the mouth for a steak, I would return to my carnivorous ways.
 
That night, I grumpily ate my first veggie burger. It looked flat—unappetizing and lifeless—next to my family’s stack of juicy cheeseburgers, all of which were positively radiating that yummy barbecued smell. I ate a lot of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in those first four weeks. But before I knew it, 30 days had come and gone, somewhat painlessly. I signed on for another month.
 
Thanks to my new lifestyle, I was forced to pick the healthier, vegetarian entree at restaurants. I gave up fast food entirely, in one fell swoop, because most of the chains have next-to-zero veggie options on the menu (get on it, McDonald’s). If I have to swing by the golden arches, I get the salad (okay, and sometimes a McFlurry) because there is literally nothing else on the menu I can eat.


 
 
Then, three months had flown by. I stepped on the scale one day to discover I had lost 8 pounds without trying. And what do you know—my skin really was clearer. This sounds like a terrible infomercial.
 
Of course, there were moments that first summer that I thought I might give up. I’m not an extremist by nature; I believe in the “everything in moderation” maxim. Would eating a rack of ribs every once in a while kill me? Absolutely not. But I can tell you, the more I read, the more impossible it became to go back, even once. I became a vegetarian for the health benefits; I stayed a vegetarian because of what I read about animal welfare.
 
The deeper I read that summer, the more entrenched I became. I’m not going to recount the horrific things I’ve read about animal conditions in the slaughterhouses. That information, should you desire it, is just a Google search away. I will tell you that what I read in various books caused me—at least half a dozen times—to put the book down, and just burst into uncontrollable tears. I’m talking sob. You can ask my mother. As an animal lover, I couldn’t believe I had participated in that system for so long.
 
I never knew where my meat really came from—factories, so far removed from the pastoral farm where you assume that steak/cow was once grazing. I remember being uneasy when I was younger, the first time I made the connection that the meatloaf on my plate was once a living, breathing cow—not so different from the family dog. I comforted myself with the thought that he lived a long and happy life before he became my dinner, but I realize now that probably wasn’t true. Unfortunately, most meat today is produced in a factory, pumped full of hormones and antibiotics. What’s worse is that it’s passed onto us when we eat it.


 
 
In my personal experience, people are extremely sensitive about what they eat. I’d add “eating habits” to the list of taboo topics to bring up at a dinner party, like politics, religion, and money. Because the way each of us eats is extremely personal, and moreover, we do it at least three times a day. Anything you do with that kind of frequency is bound to be an important component of your life. And so, I debated if I should even write this post. I don’t want to come across as preachy. But I’ve had some friends and family express genuine curiosity as to why I made the switch. I figure there are more curious people out there.
 
So where am I now? It’s a little over two years to the day since I became a vegetarian, and it has suited me just fine. I eat way more fruits and vegetables on a regular basis. My friends and family have been really supportive and accommodating, which has made the transition all the more easy. They’ll throw my veggie burger patty on the grill, no questions asked. Mike’s mom even makes a separate pot of her famous pasta sauce without meatballs for me. I really hate to inconvenience anyone because of my diet. I’m glad that vegetarianism is becoming more widespread; I’m never in a situation where I can’t find something meat-free to eat.
 
I do believe you can still healthily incorporate meat into your diet (although it’s much harder now than 50 years ago), and I would never judge anyone who chooses to do so. After all, I ate meat for 22 years. But I think there is a lot of good to be gleaned from the vegetarian lifestyle.
 
If you’re interested in learning more, or exploring a vegetarian lifestyle, even for a few meals a week, here are some places I’d recommend starting. It’s important to read up before you commit to going full-on veggie, so you know the nutrients you need and the best places to get them. It also helps to take a daily multi-vitamin to cover all your bases.

         Read:  Eating Animals by Jonathan Safran Foer, The Kind Diet by Alicia Silverstone, and The Omnivore’s Dilemma by Michael Pollan
         Watch: Food, Inc. and Forks Over Knives
         Check out:  Vegetarian Times, What the Hell Does a Vegan Eat Anyway?, and I Heart Vegetables for vegetarian recipes