Did you know? In the 1840s, the word “vegetarian” was developed from Latin vegetus, meaning “one who lives a healthy life.” The first vegetarians did not consume alcohol, tobacco, or any animal products. Anyway…
I do not eat meat. Five words—four if you like contractions—that have necessitated the use of many more.
Right now this is an important issue in my life. Read on.
history
It started with disliking meat—taste, texture, everything. I was also disgusted that it came from a previously live animal that ate who-knows-what. In fifth grade I decided that if I became a vegetarian, it would be an easy excuse for not eating meat when it was served to me. Wisely, my parents prohibited this, as I didn’t have a clue how to nourish myself properly without meat. I might have been fine; it seems like kids’ bodies can handle a lot of abuse, but my parents’ rules were best for me.
This was the apparent beginning of my lack of humility. I didn’t understand the purpose and importance of sharing a meal, and I was unwilling to obey my parents and community. I did not want to put aside my personal inclinations in favor of the other people involved.
At that age and location (rural lowland Philippines), I didn’t have access to the same kinds of food that I sustain myself with now. But it was then that I became interested in creating delicious food—and not only delicious, but food that helps your body. This interest was fostered by my beloved mentor and teacher at the time.
Ever since then, I’ve been learning more and more about the stuff we put into our mouths and the way it affects us. I’ve broadened my culinary experiences and tried many new types of food that I now consume on a regular basis (if I can get them)—e.g. almond butter, tempeh, quinoa, spinach, flaxseeds, soy milk. At the same time, I ate less and less meat.
October 2009 was Vegetarian Awareness Month, so I made a conscious decision to stop eating red meat. From then until the beginning of 2010, I had it very few times, mostly in the form of my mom’s chili.
However, I continued eating meat 2-3 times a week, in the form of a turkey sandwich (made with Hormel Natural Choice lunch meat). That and some of my mom’s dinner’s were the exception to my vegetarian ideals. At school, I made the sandwich simply because it was a quick and easy source of protein. At the dinner table, it was just easier to keep the peace than to fight it, especially after a long day at school and track practice.
A turning point was exam week (from which for several tests I was exempt) and some holidays, and I started making many wonderful things containing lentils, almonds, and garbanzo beans—protein sources. My meat consumption fell to about once per week.
After about a month, I became a vegetarian. At first I would occasionally eat some meat mixed in with dinner (trying my best to pick it out and find “acceptable” protein in the fridge). I found alternatives for school lunch (such as the versatile lentil salad) and it worked quite well.
During the peak of the track season, after spring break (the beginning of April), I was actually eating totally separate meals than the family—different time, different food. My schedule, revolving around track and “proper athletic nutrition,” conflicted with their schedules, which revolved around baseball games and evening activities.
now
Since track ended, I am home earlier and the food need not be so specific to superior “fueling up” or repair of muscle. I am able to eat with the family. The question now—Do my parents have a problem with me not eating the meat? That’s what I’m working through right now.
Many people ask me—why? [This is where it becomes difficult to answer.] There are many reasons to abstain from meat. Personal preference, as I mentioned. Health. Factory farming and problems in the United States’ food industry.
When I cite an individual aversion to animal products, people are not as flustered as when I mention the other reasons. I’ve found this to be interesting, and I believe it deals with condemning or criticizing their personal habits or convictions about meat.
But now I am wondering about my true motivation. Is it for status? Is it to achieve my ideal persona? Am I working on a social agenda here? Do I think I’m better because I don’t eat meat?
Is the vegetarianism a sign of my pride and control? Is it even healthy for me?
There are several problems vegetarianism presents. So far they haven’t mattered to me much.
- My social circle. None of my friends or family are vegetarians. It’s hard to eat out, go to potlucks, go to someone’s house for dinner—even eating dinner at my own house… pretty much any social situation involving food also involves difficulty.
- My free time and money (plus more family conflicts). Like most healthy eating lifestyles, it’s a little more expensive than the SAD (Standard American Diet). But I always say, “You get what you pay for.” I buy high quality, I give my body high quality, and I feel like a high quality human being.
It’s extra cost to my parents because they are still buying meat and processed foods and I’m buying loads of weird grains, nuts and veggies. The two different shopping lists could work on any given budget, but not on the same budget. But my parents have put up with it so far.
Additionally, it obviously takes a little more time to prepare a special lunch and dinner just for me. Not to mention all those extra Tupperwares inside the fridge, full of food it takes me a week to finish because I’m just one person.
So does it have to be an all-or-nothing lifestyle? For me, I don’t think so. When someone says “I’m a vegetarian/vegan,” unless it’s against some strict religious code or they would be seriously ill, I think it really becomes a social status thing. If it didn’t, why would it matter if we never ate meat or animal products? I have no qualms about religion or allergies, so why do I need to stick that label on myself?
If it’s to get out of eating meat, I need to learn some humility.
If it’s to add to my identity, I’m caring too much about what other people think.
If I think it makes me better than the meat-eaters, I really need to learn some humility.
I happen to follow the thinking that what you eat is what you are! I don’t want to be meat: rotten, useless, horrible cruel to animals, environmentally unsound, nutritionally inferior meat. (Now you know what I really think, politically correct or not.) If the consumption of animal products entails all those problems, I don’t want to be a part of them! How could I? See, now it becomes a moral issue.
I really can’t imagine eating meat as I’ve always experienced before. But right now I’m at the point where I wouldn’t consider it “stooping down” if I were to eat some organic, grass-fed, local, animal remains. OK!—some meat. Calling it “unidentifiable animal remains” is part of the holier-than-thou thinking I want to make sure is not in my head.
I really don’t wish to impose strict rules and adherence to them upon myself or anyone else. So maybe I’ll be done with the labels. They are too constricting and make a mountain out of a molehill.

I once read a book called Food for Thought: The Debate over Eating Meat (edited by Steve Sapontzis). It is a collection of pro/con essays—it was interesting for me to see both sides of the issue.
I will discuss the book at length in my next post. (edit: find it here)

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