In January of 2011 my wife tells me, she is going vegan! "Okay" fell out of my mouth. It's not my fault I'm easily distracted by bright and shiny things on the boob tube. "Wait, what? So I can't cook meat anymore?" Trembling with a cold sweat as if my cat had just died. Ironically enough, somewhere out in the world right now is a cat still alive because someone is vegan. Cruel joke I know. I'm sorry.
This is Canada and it's cold up here. This was the time of the year when I would cover myself with another layer of relaxed muscle. So she boughy me a coat. I was cool with maybe once a week, which birthed the idea of "Trap Free Tuesdays." I couldn't eat anythin that had a mouth or anything that came form anything that had a mouth.
Don't get me wrong. I love my veggies, just not necessarily to replace meat. My reluctance was a product of misinformation and my innnate need to prove myt masculinity by eating beef, chicken, pork and fish. I don't hunt. I've never hunted. And I don't think you can call it fishing until you've actually caught a fish. Let's just call it sleeping on a boat.
The first month of Tuesdays had come and gone with very little fanfare. Food was good, just not great. Maybe it was because I was eating steaks, fried chicken, fish and pork every other day of the wek. Something had to change. It was time to give something up, and it wasn't going to be meat. Well, at least that's what I thought at first.
You see, monthly, my wife suffered from severe, debilitating migraines. You know how many she got that month? Zero. My love for my wife won out over my fear of developing estrogen.
Thnx 2 my beautiful and lovely vegan wife, Im vegan by association. Welcome 2 my struggle of wanting 2 be and actually being vegan. FOLLOW ME ON TWITTER. Vegan By Association @VganByAsoci8ion.
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