If you met me this time last year, at some point during our conversation I’d beam with an irritating sense of pride as I told you that I’d been a vegetarian for four years. “Oh, I could never be vegetarian!” you might respond, to which I’d whip out my go-to response: a smile and a cheery, “Each to their own!”. Internally, however, I’d scoff at your selfish lifestyle choice and clear disregard for the environmental implications of eating meat. But unbeknownst to me, over the course of 2024 I would slowly become the person I once turned my nose up at. What started with a few drunken chicken tenders after a night out turned into a visit to In-N-Out burger in California. A Madrid stay consisted of nightly charcuterie boards, which has now thrown me onto a slippery slope of ordering a meat dish whenever I’m out for dinner. January 2024 Jordan would be shocked, disgusted, aghast.
