One month and a week now being vegan.
I laugh with myself telling me that I’m always “in recovery”: each day is a little struggle. I’m not this kind of vegan who feels disgusted in front of a piece of meat. Actually, I miss it sometimes. I miss the butter, all the milky-chocolat I used to eat, the cheeses, all the seafood.
I miss it, but I don’t eat it :-) Not anymore. For one month and a week!! I am so happy with myself.
When the day ends, I got this feeling of “I did it, for more one day”, you know? Such a nice feeling. Much better than all the lobsters and shrimps I could eat.
Ahimsa (non-violence), thank you.