I have been an on-again-off-again vegan for three years now.
I love animals, and have educated myself extensively on the abuse that our society heaps on certain members of the animal kingdom. I understand my part in this, but really have trouble implementing my beliefs unconditionally.
At this point, I'm eating what I call my "compromise diet"- soymilk, veggies, fruit, grains, alongside free-range and organic chicken and dairy and eggs. (Note the guilt-reducing free-range label)
When in a vegan phase, I feel incredibly isolated and deprived. I'm a great cook, and have a thorough selection of cookbooks, so good tasting food isn't the problem. I just feel out of the loop of the world somehow. Grocery shopping becomes an exercise in frustration: Why can't I have cinnamon rolls without baking them myself? Why can't I find good soy cheese? Must tofu, which I love, be in everything? Can't I have a little convenience in my life?
I'm no martyr. And many vegans I meet seem to deal with this frustration with good humor and a strong sense of martyrdom, KWIM?
Anyway. I'd love to get some feedback from individuals who have lived as vegans for a long while. Do you ever feel lonely? Like all the effort you make to feed yourself is futile? Don't you ever get lazy? Don't you feel alien and petty, sometimes?
Why does veganism have to feel so wrong in this world?
I love animals, and have educated myself extensively on the abuse that our society heaps on certain members of the animal kingdom. I understand my part in this, but really have trouble implementing my beliefs unconditionally.
At this point, I'm eating what I call my "compromise diet"- soymilk, veggies, fruit, grains, alongside free-range and organic chicken and dairy and eggs. (Note the guilt-reducing free-range label)
When in a vegan phase, I feel incredibly isolated and deprived. I'm a great cook, and have a thorough selection of cookbooks, so good tasting food isn't the problem. I just feel out of the loop of the world somehow. Grocery shopping becomes an exercise in frustration: Why can't I have cinnamon rolls without baking them myself? Why can't I find good soy cheese? Must tofu, which I love, be in everything? Can't I have a little convenience in my life?
I'm no martyr. And many vegans I meet seem to deal with this frustration with good humor and a strong sense of martyrdom, KWIM?
Anyway. I'd love to get some feedback from individuals who have lived as vegans for a long while. Do you ever feel lonely? Like all the effort you make to feed yourself is futile? Don't you ever get lazy? Don't you feel alien and petty, sometimes?
Why does veganism have to feel so wrong in this world?









Still, it's good company to keep.







