If someone had told me that I’d go vegan for a month, I would look at them with eyes that say “Don’t be silly”. I have always wondered why people became vegetarian, let alone vegan. The world is filled with interesting food. Why deprive yourself of them? Most importantly, how do you wake up one day and say “No, I’m not touching this glorious steak and I won’t have that piece of cake either”? All I could say to that was: “Challenge Accepted”.

For someone who could happily have a pork chop for breakfast, I went through an entire month, 32 days to be exact, without a single piece of meat, no dairy products and no chocolate. The only thing that kept me going was the smell of BBQ chicken tapas coming from my friends plates whilst I was faced with a small quinoa salad that was barely enough to feed a toddler. Now I can describe myself as a recovering meat eater. In fact, I should probably join a CA (Carnivore Anonymous)  club to get the appropriate support during this transition period.

Many people have asked me why I decided to put myself through that. It was indeed a tough experience, but well worth it. The idea came to me last year in March. Whilst enjoying the eclipse in Reykjavik, I started thinking about what I could do to make my life more intriguing. There were a lot of ridiculous and fun suggestions such as “wear a sling on my right arm for a month”. Of all of them, being vegan was the one idea that seriously stuck to my brain. Continue reading →