Thursday, December 8, 2011
Becoming vegetarian and letters
I've HAD IT eating meat. PERIOD. I frequently pass cattle trucks on the freeway while driving to school in the mornings and afternoons and a couple of times I've pulled up alongside them, only to see the eyes of doomed animals. I just can't take it anymore. So, yesterday, I was thrilled when our new principal ordered pizzas for the entire staff (for parent conference night) and 2 of them were... VEGETARIAN! Yum, yum! They were covered with mushrooms, red onions (which I peeled off, lest I offend parents!), black olives, green peppers and yes, cheese. (I still eat cheese, but not meat.) And, you know what? I don't have that heavy, bloated feeling in my stomach! I'm out walking around with my 2/3 combo class for 10 minutes in the morning while they take turns for their bathroom break and yesterday they had a hard time keeping up! (hehehehehehe!) I asked the second graders to write a letter to their former teacher telling about their first week in a 2/3 combo class and a couple of letters brought a tear to my eye. They are afraid. They are in with older kids (the third graders). They don't have ANY friends in my room and they miss their friends in their old rooms AND their teachers (or teathers, as one wrote!) The third graders wrote letters to my husband thanking him for buying speakers for my school laptop as mine in the room have never worked and we can't hear our daily math movie or the PE movie for "inclement" weather days. They were all adorable! I heard him chuckling last night as he read them! It's another afternoon of conferences today and I think we'll take it easy on Friday.
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4 comments:
Great post. Getting your kids to write letters to their old teacher and to your hubby was a great idea. Everyone benefits, I like that.
As for the no meat decision I salute you. So maybe we can have lunch together at Souplantation one day?
My husband has been vegetarian for 12 years (or something like that... since well before I met him) and he would agree with you that you don't end up feeling as bloated (and about feeling bad for the animals). I'm *almost* a vegetarian -- I eat meat very rarely when we go out, but for the most part I eat the same stuff he does. If you ever have any questions or need support from fellow vegetarians, we are here for you!
Oh, I can so relate to this post! There have been so many times when I've experienced the same thing with those poor animals packed into those trucks. It's heartwrenching and quite sickening. I haven't given up meat entirely yet, but have reduced to a couple of times per week. My husband would pop a vein if we ate meat even less. :) Many of our friends are veggies, and are very clever with recipes. And, we have a local pizza place that makes "to die for" veggie pizza with all those you mentioned and artichoke hearts and a creamy white garlic sauce. YUM!! If I can offer any advice though...stay away from the veggie mayo!! YUCK!!
I'm just about there. I've never liked eating meat. The very thought makes me sick. I rarely if ever use red meat but chicken - that's my problem.
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