I was in Montreal, Quebec for the weekend. It was a surprise trip for my husband and I had been saving all my money to make it a fun, romantic experience. I just wanted us to have Christmas of our own because his mom has a stranglehold on the holidays. Because my nickname is "Ang" we called it Angsmas and will henceforth be having Angsmas every year.
While we were there, I found the biggest problem for me was binge eating. I was going to allow myself to go way over my calories because I figured there was no holding back, it's ANGSMAS! So the first night, I cheated my veganism and had a flatbread that had a little bit of goatscheese on it. I felt guilty, but not terrible.
Then the next day, I ate poutine aka: the least vegan food on the planet. It's not even vegetarian because it's slathered in gravy. But I ate it and loved every delicious mouthful. I felt so guilty about it later but just kept saying shit like "well, I can have ONE meal a year. It's not even meat, it's just a little bit of juice and thickener".
Then my stomach exploded and I drunkenly lay on my bed crying that the animals hate me. And I started thinking about the poor cows that made the cheese and got turned into gravy. Then I felt bad about the goats from the night before. I am too much of a bleeding heart to ever do anything like that again. I just can never do it again.
I don't want the animals to hate me.
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