Seven weeks of discipline. Seven weeks of challenging myself, of fighting the urge to lapse, of trying something different. Veganism will be over in a few hours, and I am anxious to taste something that for a long time has been forbidden. We always want the things we cannot have, right? Applies to food as well.
I'm not going to go crazy with this new freedom, I'll take it little by little. Nevertheless, when I went to the supermarket today and soon noticed I had picked up minced meat, salmon, cottage cheese, mozzarella cheese, halloumi cheese and milk, I just shrugged and thought that I've really earned them. Besides, I am sure this experiment will have a lasting impact on my eating habits and preferences at least in some form, so I am not worried that I'd throw all the hard work away overnight.
It's weird to think how fast seven weeks have passed. Seven weeks of my life is a tiny flash, but still it feels like forever. Although this has been a ridiculously simple example, it has been a part of something bigger, something I cannot really describe. A change in my inner world, I guess.
Every ending is the start of something new, and I really hope my endings will result in good beginnings.
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