Going Vegetarian!!! (???)

Well everyone, I'm doing it. I'm going vegetarian. For one month. 

Some of you may ask, "But why, Hannah? You love meat. You don't consider a pizza complete until it's covered in some sort of salty meat-type."

And to that I say, you are entirely correct. However, this is something I want to try. I don't really have one concrete reason why I'm doing it. Mostly, I just want to see what happens. 

Some things I will miss more than others. This includes:

1) Bacon

2) Pizza toppings

That, my friends, is a barbecue-chicken-bacon-ranch piece of pizza. It was my last meat-inclusive meal. And it was awesome.

3) Hamburgers
4) Being able to order whatever I want at restaurants
5) Brats

But now is the perfect time for me to try being a vegetarian because Madison is so very vegetarian- friendly. In fact, being vegetarian isn't even a huge accomplishment in Madison. I'm a little embarrassed to brag about it in public because the raw food vegans are probably snickering at me into their soymilk cucumber shakes.

In fact, I'm currently writing this post from a vegan coffee shop. They have about 15 options for vegan baked goods. And the big selling point that they keep stressing: We don't make you pay extra for soy milk!!!

And the vegans come a-running.

Some of my interactions with vegans in Madison remind me of the scene in Notting Hill where Hugh Grant has a blind date with a fruitarian. Check the hilarity out here.

Then again, sometimes I feel like vegetarians/vegans get a bad rep. As in, because you're a vegetarian you must also be pretentious and a bit insufferable.

Because I relate everything through TV, I would like to offer a television example. If you watch the show Bob's Burgers (which you absolutely should) they take a few jabs at vegetarians. Such as:

Louise (Bob's daughter): "It’s not a lie if you tell it to vegetarians. You taught us that!” 

So here I am, toeing the line between vegetarian and meat-eater. Will I end this month a veggie-loving Prius-driving hippie with eyebrow piercings and dreadlocks? Or will I rebel and become a bacon-snarfing gun-toting American flag-decorating pick-up truck aficionado?


Not to fall back on stereotypes or anything. 

Will I get cranky? Will I feel healthier than I ever have? Will I lose weight? Will I gain weight? Will my skin begin to glow with that famous carrot-shine? Is "carrot-shine" a term? 

Tune in to my next posts to find out! Or don't. I'm a blog writer, not a police officer.