The hardest thing will be giving up the cheese. My dog has come to expect it too. Since I ate no flesh since '87, except for this one lapse this Fall into a couple isolated smoked salmon episodes, and clams once or twice, it isn't a real big change. I'm blaming a broken arm and some shoulder or bicipital tendonitus for my recent indiscretions. Especially the cheese. There's been no meat, milk, or eggs. Except what's sneaked by me.
Living in this culture makes this very hard. There will be NO PLACE in the entire downtown area here where I can lunch. I will have to shuttle in everything I eat. I will be ostracized by relatives and co-workers. This will be a real challenge. I've wanted to go back to Veganism for many years. Reading on this forum is giving me some real motivation. I won't feel alone.
There's no time like a cardinal point to start something. So...come the Winter Solstice I will make the leap. The country I live in may be on the highway to hell, but that doesn't mean I have to join in.

