The last few hours of the month. I have eaten hamburgers, steak, cheese, drunk milk, eaten omelettes, animal products of all kinds. It has surprised me greatly how much animal products seem to invade just about every meal - milk or yogurt into breakfast, cheese or meat into lunch and dinner. It surprises me how much most people eat this stuff all the time.
I have found that I am not very smart about my food choices as a non-vegan. In the last 5 years, whenever I went hungrily into a convenience store, I would typically come out with some fayre like nuts or the typical overripe dole bananas or red delicious apples that they sometimes carry. But as a non-vegan, my hungry eyes turn straight to the sweets. A chocolate peanut butter square here, cadburry egg there... which I am unable to finish due to its overwhelming sugaryness. I purchased macaroni and cheese at a restaurant - a big mistake. Others informed me that they would never order restaurant mac & cheese - much too rich.
In general I think the month's food has been much less healthy than I've had in a long time. My digestion has held up admirably, only faltering slightly for an early milkshake. My digestive health has actually seemed to be slightly above normal. I get the impression that my fat intake has been much higher than normal, but this is just a hunch. I must admit to some fears of heading the way of middle age fatness were I to continue in an omnivorous diet, as much as I think such fears are probably unfounded. Still, the return of occasional cravings for cheese which I had been free of for years is quite unwanted.
I have read and learned much more than I ever had about the American Factory Farm. In the face of animal rights arguments and a desire for moral goodness, it seems to me that there is little I would like more than to jump right back into veganism, considering the month a worthy experiment that showed myself ready for more years of animal product freedom. But my original complaints about veganism haven't changed - especially that of imposing demands on other people. The month has been socially the easiest eating experience I've had in years. I was able to eat what friends were cooking; I was able to eat with my girlfriend's parents without having to broach food politics. I ate probably a larger variety of foods than I had in a couple of years.
I am less convinced than ever of the ecological impact arguments of veganism. If you consider what goes into our food: seeds into ground, metal from mines to build machines to till the ground, petroleum from Saudi Arabia to run the machines, fertilizers and water to help the plants grow, more machines to collect the plants, houses to house the workers, trucks to carry food to market, packing plants to put the packaging on, plastics for merchandise display racks, all the way to refrigeration in stores: the small step of rearing an animal on the grain rather than eating the grain seems insignificant in comparison to many of the rest. To claim that a foreign soy bean is significantly more efficient than a local cow seems bunk. I am more convinced than ever that the most important thing is that you use local, organic, and unpackaged products wherever possible, and this includes choosing meat over choosing processed vegatable products from far away.
Yet the point remains: there is a moment when the cow is slaughtered. There is a moment when the animal is killed. There is a moment when the animal is tortured. I have the ability to say, "not me". I have the ability to refuse to participate. And this refusal seems to mean something.
In short: I am still confused. I don't know what I'm doing. I don't know what I won't eat tomorrow.