#1887

Why I’m An “Apologetic Vegetarian”

This month marks the one year anniversary of my decision to become a vegetarian. Neat! Instead of reflecting on that choice and my journey over the last year, though, I instead want to talk about why I call myself an apologetic vegetarian. To understand where I’m coming from, you need a little backstory. First, I have had chronic stomach issues since I was a baby. Lactose intolerance, irritable bowel syndrome, anxiety induced stomach aches… my stomach basically hurts at least once a day. If I’m not painfully constipated, then I have what I fondly refer to as the “fire poops”. I can’t safely ingest fatty food, greasy food, fried food, highly processed food, red meat, coffee, milk,  artificial sweeteners, black tea, chocolate, soda, or anything else good tasting. Half the time even my safe foods make my stomach upset. It sucks major lollipops.

Second, I have chronic anxiety and OCD. Many of my issues in this department revolve, understandably, around food. I am constantly paranoid about eating or drinking something that will make my stomach hurt, make me constipated, or otherwise isn’t “healthy” enough – based on my own neurotic standards. I can send myself into a panic attack at a restaurant if nothing on the menu seems safe enough to me. It’s bad. On top of this, I also obsess over my weight. Several years ago I was restricting my caloric intake to such a degree that I had dropped from my normal weight of 135 to 111. My period stopped for nearly a year (which was pretty sweet but also apparently not good). My doctor put a stop to that, and a couple years of therapy helped, but it’s still very easy for me to start fixating on my health and weight to a dangerous degree. 

Okay, so now you know. Dietary restrictions and obsessive compulsive personality. Awesome mix. I am such a functioning adult.

When I decided to become a vegetarian, I did so because I could no longer take part in an industry that causes pain to billions of animals every year. Therefore, it made sense to become a vegan – the production of milk and eggs in factory farms is just as horrendous and destructive as the actual meat industry, after all. To say you won’t eat a cow but you’re fine with letting one be traumatized its entire life so you can eat cheese is somewhat hypocritical. However, I knew from the beginning that I couldn’t convert to full veganism. Taking any meat-containing meals off the menu would already limit me more than my stomach issues already do. To further limit myself to IBS-safe vegan meals would most likely cause me issues everywhere I went. If I could give myself a panic attack because the only salad a restaurant offered was made with iceberg lettuce, I’d be totally doomed if on top of everything else, I had to question whether the bread housing my veggie sandwich had eggs or milk in it. It just wasn’t going to happen.

When I became a vegetarian, I promised myself one thing: if I was on the verge of a panic attack or wobbly with hunger and a ham sandwich, for example, was my only IBS-safe option, I had to choose my immediate mental or physical health over my morals. Knowing how obsessive and anxious I can become when faced with a dietary lose-lose situation, I had to give myself an out. I felt like a hypocrite and a coward for even doing something like that in a theoretical future situation, but I didn’t have much choice. I’m glad to say this issue hasn’t come up yet, and my first year as a vegetarian went by pretty smoothly. However, I still feel supremely guilty when I consume something I know (or suspect) has eggs or milk in it. I try to avoid such things when I can, but without an ingredients list you can never know for sure. And, unfortunately, OCD thrives on the things you can “never know for sure.”

So that’s why I call myself an apologetic vegetarian. I wish, truly, that I was at a place in my life where I could take on a challenging and rewarding lifestyle like veganism – but I’m not. I hope I will be one day, and I’m definitely trying to move in that direction. Until then, all I can do is minimize the harm I cause to my fellow animals, and help as many of them as I can.

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4 thoughts on “#1887

  1. I like this! I think it is absolutely ok and necessary to give yourself an out. I think it also depends on how you see it. Some people feel as though eating any animal product is morally wrong in which case I can see how a slip could cause a lot of cognitive dissonance and guilt. Some people feel like the choice to become veg/vegan is about not supporting the terrible industrial food complex, in that case a slip although frustrating is minimal in the daily reduction of animal products. Would you eat eggs or cheese if it was from a known animal friendly place like a friend who had backyard chickens? Also this is going to sound nihilistic again but I think we have to give ourselves permission to just do the best we can because we can never excuse ourselves from the life cycle. Meaning we will always cause death in some regard whether you are vegan or meat eating or anything. Death is a part of life and visa versa. Not that we shouldn’t feel sad or the full weight of that responsibility. Just that living creatures part of an ecosystem other creature will live and die in response to us no matter what. My challenge recently has been how to reconcile that and with that knowledge proceed in the most ethical and least harm way. Still haven’t quite figured it out. I don’t think you need to be apologetic about anything, instead be proud of how you are trying to evaluate things and live your life in alignment the best you can.

    • Thank you so much for the kind comment. I definitely agree with what you said about just doing the least harm possible, because it’s impossible to cause no harm whatsoever. I guess that’s what gets so overwhelming; there’s always more to be done, and we feel like we have to do it (or not do it).

  2. Try not to feel guilty, please! The choice to put your health (both mental and physical) first is the right choice – if you don’t take care of yourself then how the heck are you gonna be able to continue on anyway? It’s like that darned airplane safety thing – put on your own oxygen mask FIRST because you’ll be no use to anyone after you’ve passed out. So even when looking at the greater good, it really is justified to take care of yourself too.

    But of course that is easier said than done, I know that all too well. >.> I was a strict vegetarian for 8-9 years, based entirely on a moral stance, aaaand then I ran into a wall. Not a literal wall but you know, depression and shit. Basically my entire self just collapsed and I had to reboot eeeerrything. Started getting HUGE cravings for meat in the midst of it too, to the point where I couldn’t even look at meat without drooling. While at the same time still being incredibly disgusted by it and on a moral and intellectual level not wanting it at all. But, hngh. Body/brain went into a sort of reboot and demanded I went back to eating meat. And I still do. Aaaand I still feel guilty about it. My moral stance hasn’t really changed after all, not… really. Hrgh. It’s hard. I feel like such a hypocrite. >.>

    • Ah jeeze, I’m sorry you had to go through that. :\ I can see how someone could burn out on a diet/lifestyle like this, or how it could contribute to a greater burnout. I guess there’s a lot for us to feel guilty about, though. So all we can do is what we can do. ….that was supposed to be uplifting, but it’s kinda just depressing too. XD

      On Tue, Feb 7, 2017 at 12:46 PM, Only Fragments wrote:

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