The transition continues to prove challenging. For the most part, I can avoid meat with little effort. Somehow, though, cookie substitution, however easy and delectable, doesn’t seem the wisest choice. I need to reassess my dietary needs, big time.
That’s challenge number one, now that I’ve proved I can actually manage abstaining: educating myself appropriately and taking necessary steps towards balance.
The second challenge concerns my obvious lack of forethought. It is a season of meat, just now. In ways unrelated to perversion. Between the parties and the gatherings, and the big meals themselves, December presents a cornucopia of animal flesh foodstuffs. In a cerebral sense this disgusts me. In a habitual sense, it’s a bit more complicated than that. My family’s holiday traditions centre around a Christmas Eve appetizer buffet, heavy on the meat, and the traditional Christmas Day roast beast. I’m not entirely ready to give these things quite up. So instead of imposing harsh restriction and giving in to associated guilt when I inevitably succumb to temptation, I’m choosing to view the celebration as a sort of final farewell, done in proper style (At least our turkey will be local and free range). I’m not going to be gorging myself on animal products until then, but Christmas dinner will be my official last act of consumptive cruelty. . .in terms of meat, at least.
After that, as soon as I can sort out challenge number three (my finances) I’ll stock my fridge up with vegan alternatives and get this show properly on the road early in the new year.





