I asked my parents to reflect on their first year being plant-based.
Here's what my Dad had to say:
Where did a year go? It has been one year since my wife and I became plant-based. Ironically, the last piece of meat I had was in the hospital after having a mild heart attack and it was a dried-up piece of "Turkey Bacon." (Not my choice for a last omnivore supper.)
It's been an interesting journey. We both have done this together, although I know it was centered around my health condition. But there are no regrets. The sacrifices were actually a lot easier than I thought they would be. I was the meat eater, probably three-to-one over my wife.
Throughout this year, I can honestly say, without an occasional urge for a big burger, I have not missed meat and have sat right next to platters of turkey, ham, meatballs, etc. Actually the most craved things by far I miss are tuna salad and egg salad . I have tweaked Lindsay's tuna recipe in HHC to a close second, but not the egg salad. [Editorial note: I keep insisting he try adding black salt to get that eggy taste.]