I’m A Pescatarian

Alrighty, folks! So here is a ramble of a tale of why I decided to stop eating meat. Throw sausages and burgers at me all you want, just don’t expect me to swallow them. (Those with dirty minds, shame on you.)

Now, don’t get me wrong, I ain’t one of these hippies (not that there’s anything wrong with them) that cling to trees and eat grass, (eugh) For anyone who knows me well, knows I’d just about kill my own mama for a good old fashioned Sunday Roast dinner. So what changed? Well, to be honest, nothing really…

Ever since I was little I’ve had an on again off again relationship with meat, (pretty much like all my relationships, eh?) I remember excusing myself at the dinner table to spit the stored mince meat I had in my cheek like a chubby little hamster, true story, my Mama still tells me about it. I only ate bacon in a sandwich, meat with a roast and the odd beef burger, but mostly just ate chicken. So for most of my childhood, I was a white meat veggie. And everything was fine.

Flash forward this year and still only eating red meat maybe max once a week, I found myself annoyingly picking out parts of my dinner and feeding it to my dogs. If the chicken wasn’t in tiny little bits I wasn’t gonna eat it. Over the months I started realizing I was thinking things like, “I want a chicken curry, without the chicken.” and “I want a Sunday roast but with no meat just more potatoes.” You get the idea.

After a while, maybe out of pure laziness I just held my hands up and said fuck it, and haven’t eaten meat since. It may not last forever, or I may one day eventually turn full vegetarian but for now, I’m actually enjoying the new experience, trying new foods and recipes and I’ve never felt so energetic. I don’t miss anything just yet, who knows, I might even shock myself and turn vegan one day…

I lie, I’m obsessed with cheese. But watch this space…