If you had told me a year ago that I would be eating meat, I would have laughed in your face. I’ve been a vegetarian for almost all of my life. My husband and I met because we were vegetarians (thrust together at one end of the table at Thanksgiving dinner nine years ago).
Yet here we are, hoping to stay pregnant (when we start trying again in the future!), and so after decades of vegetarianism, I’m eating meat. Not just any meat, but red meat.
Frequently.
Lamb kabobs,
lentil soup with bone broth,
french onion soup,
lamb patties,
turkey sausage…
The list goes on.
I don’t particularly like its taste yet, but my body evidently adores when I consume it: within hours of eating meat, I feel incredible! (Dammit!)
I have energy! Stamina!
I become oh-so productive!
Who needs caffeine?! I’m eating meat!
I find it truly astonishing, and makes me think I will probably be an omnivore for the rest of my life.
My sister just texted me, “I want to officially welcome you to the dark side!” Oh, geez. I’m no longer a vegetarian… but I feel great!





















































