Oreos are vegan*. This has been perhaps the most exciting revelation I have made since making the conscious decision a few months ago to stop eating most animal products/by-products. Nevermind that there is nothing “natural” or “healthy” about Oreos.
Contrary to what many are often led to believe as challenging and riddled with sacrifices, my decision to become “pescatarian non-dairy” (as I have affectionately called it) was made lightly, easily and in such as way that I find myself wondering how I ever ate any other way.
Full disclosure: I have not and probably will not forget the deliciousness that is eating fall-off-the-bone BBQ ribs. And I can totally relate to how satisfying your charred-to-perfection steak is. Thing is, I don’t want to eat them.
More than just a choice about what I will or will not eat or why, my decision is connected to something bigger… it is connected to my Self. Or at least who I hope to forever work on being: someone who is more patient, more compassionate or more loving; to myself but to those people/plants/animals around me.
And that’s what has made this change so easy. It is a change that happened organically, and naturally; not systematically, chronologically or based on a contrived set of notions or expectations set by others. It is led by me, for me. This change is all part of a general shift in my thoughts, my actions and my efforts to be more kind and to life a more meaningful life for myself and my family.
That, and the fact that my supportive husband who has also decided to make this change (for himself) is an adventurous home-chef who is currently taking vegetarian culinary arts classes (recipes, anyone?), makes this change an easy one to swallow.
This, second only to the aforementioned Oreo revelation, is what has been my greatest learning since embarking on this new journey: that changes made in the name of becoming a better person isn’t really change at all.