Confessions of a meat eater
I don’t even know where to begin. I have so much on my mind right now and I feel like I’ve been slapped across the face by reality.
I’m massively into conservation. I’ve spent years donating, supporting and volunteering for different organisations and considered myself an environmentalist. Hell I’m cycling from England to Australia to raise money for sea shepard -what a great guy I must be, right?
I’m a meat eater. I was raised as a meat eater and every meal I consume contains some sort of animal protein. I’ve even worked on several dairy farms in my life and seen first hand the conditions and yet I continue to eat meat.
I’ve sat casting judgement on others for being environmentally irresponsible whilst continuing to eat animals which I now know has a net negative impact which greatly outweighs any time or money I have previously spent or donated. The house is burning down and all this time I could have picked up the fire hose but instead have been patting myself on the back for pissing in the house’s general direction.
Plant based diet from today. This isn’t a choice, it’s a necessity.