Tag Archives: Grief

The Knowing

If I had to use only one word to describe how my life has changed since becoming a vegan, I would have to say its transformative. It has changed me in ways I’m still trying to assimilate.  My health has improved (my cholesterol level is 3.9 combined – all without medication), my physical shape has changed, and even though my personality flaws remain fully in tact (impatient, hot-headed), I feel like a different person on the inside.  Even things that seemed of minor importance at the time now seem connected when I look back: I got a pixie cut last year after having long hair nearly my entire life, I decided to ride a bike regularly after a decade of not even owning one, I don’t get shit-faced drunk like I used to, I’ve re-learned to cook without animal ingredients, and I even make my own deodorant now!  I’ve definitely become much less afraid of trying new things.  Changing my view of animals and re-defining what food is has freed me in other areas of my life.  I don’t even think about dieting anymore; I don’t count calories, I don’t starve myself and I no longer subject myself to punishing workouts.  Food has become my friend rather than a shaming device and exercise has become a natural activity for me rather than a chore I have to hold myself to for a certain amount of time each day before it can “count”.  Put simply, if someone were to ask me about becoming vegan (they rarely do), I could honestly tell them it’s changed my life.    Continue reading

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Living in the Gap

When I watch a film on animal rights or read certain books, I sometimes get what I call a “heart hangover.”  I call it a hangover because it usually comes the following day, after my binge is over and my body is finally able to process what it has taken in. The next day I often wake up with a heaviness in my chest and I am very aware of the weight in my heart.  I move about the day slowly and maybe watch a comedy to cleanse the mental palate, gradually returning to a state of function.  At some point in the day, after the worst of the hangover has passed, the tears well up and I allow myself a few minutes to grieve for what my eyes have seen.  I take that time to quietly weep for the animals who continue to suffer as I sit on the edge of my bed, feeling the softness of the mattress underneath me, knowing that billions of them will never experience anything close to such comfort or quiet. Continue reading

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A Year of Being Vegan

Today is a big day for me as it marks my one-year anniversary of becoming a vegan.  What started out as a six-week trial run that only my husband knew about has become a complete one-eighty of how I not only view food and animals, but how I view the world. Quite simply, it has changed my life.

I first wrote about why I became vegan after the six-week period was up and I knew I wasn’t going to go back to eating meat and dairy.  As I’ve said before, it was a no-brainer once I began to understand the issues.  Today I re-read what I first wrote almost a year ago about my “coming out” and with the exception of one sentence that I no longer feel the same towards (I’ve since updated the post to reflect this), nothing has changed. That is good news and bad news.  Good news because it has only strengthened my resolve to share my experience with others but bad news for the millions of animals who continue to toil away in factory farms and slaughterhouses with no choice in the matter. Continue reading

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Getting Used to Grief

Whenever a violent or traumatic event takes place at a school or there is a sudden death of a fellow classmate, grief counsellors are often brought in to help students cope with the loss. Not many people would argue with the importance of providing young people with a safe place to talk or cry or process what they have seen, heard or felt as a result of an unexpected loss in so familiar a place as their school. Continue reading

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