Veggie tale

I became a vegetarian for one reason... I no longer felt that it was acceptable or moral for me to eat meat.  I have not always lived this way, in fact I come from a family that grew chickens for Tyson.  I wasn't the type of person that had to have meat for every meal.  However, I was the type of person that didn't see the cow hidden in the cheeseburger on my plate.  Then I started practicing yoga and a lot of thoughts I had started to change.  I gave a half-hearted attempt at giving up meat, but like anything else in life cutting back is just an excuse to continue the behavior.  I found myself thinking about why I thought that it was okay for me to eat cows or pigs when I would never eat a horse, cat, or dog.  The answer was so simple, I thought that there was a difference between them.  I realized that it was a matter of perspective and mine had changed.  It had changed so drastically in fact that one day as I was driving down the road I looked over at a field of cows right as I was taking a bite of a burger and immediately spit it out.  I felt guilt and shame.  I gave up meat and got mixed responses from family.  Some thought that they could persuade me to start eating meat again, others wondered why I would avoid a vegetable just because it had been cooked in bacon grease.  I don't regret my choice and recently a friend asked if I thought that I may ever eat meat again at some point... my answer to them was a very definite NO.  I just don't see it. I was once a girl that loved a good cheeseburger and I am still a girl that loves a good burger, just these days it is a veggie burger.