So you might have noticed that I want to spend a year as a vegetarian. This is actually a follow-up to my 12 weeks as a (seafood) vegetarian last year, something I had a lot of fun with, and I felt really good about it. Each week that contained the first of the month in it, I would spend as a vegetarian. Sometimes I agonized over how poorly they were timed, but I'm proud to say that that is how I spent my 17th birthday.Unfortunately, I stopped this year. I think it was in October that I just found it easier not to tell myself no when it came to chicken strips and pepperoni pizza. I find myself missing those days where I could still say I was proud of myself. I can't say that as often anymore.
It feels like my activist attempts have just gone so completely downhill. There's so much on my plate right now that sometimes the things I have to do take priority over the things I want to do and that leaves me feeling a little empty to say the least.
I'm not about to retract my point, but I do notice that I sound like what people would call a "tool" when I put things like this. I'm aware, but I refuse to correct it and that's bound to be someone's too damn bad.
ps . I had a hot dog for the first time in 2 years the other day - it was comcerningly delicious.
