There are days when I get sick of watching everyone at the table scarf down on shrimp, steaks, chicken nuggets, fried cheese, etc, while my dinner is a basket of fries, because that's the only thing they have on the menu I can be sure of. (You have no idea how many fries I've eaten over the last 6 months
Living in an omni house doesn't help either. We went out with friends the other night (Red Lobster was the restaurant choice, complete with that Death Row tank in the lobby
) and, as usual, a box got taken home. To make a long story short, the easiest way to trap me in the back of the house is to microwave some leftover shrimp. Stunk up the whole damn house!
I just try to remember that my dietary choices are not limiting, but rather the rest of my culture is. Something about the USA says, "It must have cheese on it! It must be served with meat!" That's limiting, IMO. Especially when it squeezes out all of the wonderful food that doesn't involve more animals than the one eating it.
At the end of the day, it comes down to a decision I have made, because I hate terror and suffering, to eliminate them from my diet. It sucks that I live in a culture that doesn't cater to that attitude, but I'd rather put up with inconvenience than contribute to the cruelty industry. Still, sometimes...