Someone get me a burger, stat!
Hello, my name is Carly, and I’m a vegetarian.
Let me rephrase that. Hello, my name is Carly and I’m a hungry, dying-to-eat-a-cheese-burger vegetarian. That’s right, I’m literally hanging on by a thread and this girl wants meat! I don’t know what’s happening to me. I haven’t eaten a cow or a chicken or a pig in nearly five months and up until this moment, that’s been fine. So why, now, do I feel like throwing myself off the no-bacon wagon?
I think the base line is that I need to find a balance. There were two big reasons I gave up meat. The first is that over Valentine’s Day I was struck with the stomach flu, which hit only hours after I ate nearly half a cow. So, needless to say, the mere thought of beef just totally grossed me out for the longest time. My second and more important reason has to do with ethics and health. The amount of meat our county consumes is frightening and the majority of our slaughtering practices are sad. Morally, it’s something I don’t want to support and typically my morality wins out over my growling belly. Even tonight…sadly. Of course it doesn’t help that Ben’s eating some delicious hot dogs right next to me. Temptation is an evil bitch.
At least I can still eat chocolate.