The Bone Broth-Drinking Vegetarian

Yikes. I cringe at that title. Alas, I am a vegetarian, and I drink bone broth.

I have gone back and forth with my vegetarianism (and at times veganism) for over a decade. It began for health reasons, then environmental, and mixed throughout was animal rights concern.

After doing so much research and experimentation with my own body, I do feel that animal products have a (limited) place in the diet for many people, and choosing humanely raised, sustainable meat is a huge improvement vs. the environment-destroying factory farming of today.

What I have been left with is my love for animals. All of them. Especially baby ones, and sea otters, cows, possibly anything with a heart beat. I love them. I used to ignore where the filet sitting on my plate came from, and one day I had a moment of clarity.

I was driving in Colorado, and we approached a herd of cows in the street. It was common for the cows to be moved from one ranch to another, and that created a pretty fun spectacle to see dozens of them walking down Main Street. On this certain day, we rolled down the windows, and I found myself overjoyed and baby talking to the cows that walked right by my window. Later, we went to our favorite burger joint that serves local, organic meat, and it really hit me. Of course I had thought about this all before, duh, but having that exaggerated comparison between the cow-gazing to eating my local burger hit me deeply. I stopped eating meat the next day.

I noticed that the relief I felt emotionally was much stronger than missing the taste. I felt at ease finally. No inner battle. Just security in my decision and peace in my heart. I could embarrassingly baby talk to whatev