And they're off...

Sam:

I think they call this ‘The Honeymoon Period’... A day into our Vegan adventure and I have found the whole thing, well, staggeringly easy.

Having started out with little-to-no knowledge on the subject or lifestyle at all, and feeling bloody daunted, I now feel the tiniest bit more informed, thanks simply to a mosey around a couple of health food shops and a half-an-hour session on Google.

If anything, i’ve been pleasantly surprised. Heinz baked beans, peanut butter and most crisps are all on the good list. Sure, I learned that some bread contains duck feathers and pig hair and that Coca Cola has in it traces of both fish and crushed beetles but, hey, beggars can’t be choosers. I can still have a beer. (So long as it’s Amstel, I think.)

Maybe my surprise is because the stigma attached to Veganism, or the assumption from the outside looking in, is that you ‘can’t eat anything’. Which is moronic, to put it kindly.

I will crave steak and cheese and bacon and scrambled eggs, sure. But the opportunity to delve into not only the morality of being Vegan, but the practicality also, is too intriguing to pass up. 

I mean, I even survived a mate of mine turning up with an un-announced takeaway burger and fries for his dinner this evening, blissfully unaware of the challenge i’d decided to take on. At the moment, no biggie. 

Chocolate cereal, sarnies, veggie curry and a hoisin sauce stir-fry on day one can’t be bad. It’s all been rather eye-opening and, dare I say, tasty. Which means, of course, that it’s probably downhill from here.