I’m not sure how it started, but all my friends are going vegan.
Pretty soon, I’ll be the only meat-eater left in the bunch. The others are laying down their burgers and fries in pursuit of quinoa salads. I’m not entirely sure what that is, but I’m proud of them.
I really am. It requires a great deal of commitment to live that way. A vegan can’t just go to any restaurant and point at a picture on the menu, not with all the meat, dairy, processed food, and added sugar. This means custom food orders or cooking at home. It means washing and preparing real food instead of cutting open a bag or popping something in the microwave.
But it also means better health. Eating organic whole foods and vegetables has proven to promote weight loss and prevent and reverse disease.
Still, I have yet to convert. It’s not that I haven’t considered it.
I’ve seen Forks Over Knives, a documentary on the tragic effects of our Western diet and the benefits of going vegan. If you haven’t seen it, check it out. The research is compelling. The point from the film that rattled me is that humans are the only mammals that consume another mammal’s secretion (milk). Yikes.
When I heard that I thought, “Well, no more dairy for me.” And then I had a bowl of ice cream.
But, there is still hope. I feel like first century king, Agrippa in his response to the conversion attempts of the Apostle Paul:
Almost thou persuadest me to be a vegan.
Or something like that. Don’t give up on me guys. I may come around. Read More…