The experience reminded me of when I quit smoking (for the last time). I stopped doing anything else, and stopped my brain from thinking about anything else, and I just lived in the moment of smoking. How it tasted, how it smelled. And it was disgusting.
The eggs...how they tasted, how they smelled...it was disgusting.
I stopped eating land animal flesh altogether in January 2002. And even before then, I was cognizant of that rubbery consistency that meat often has. That spongey, connective tissue-y ickiness had become absolutely unpalatable to me. Because when I stopped everything else and just lived in the experience, it was utterly and painfully obvious that I was eating an animal's body.
And now that's how I feel about eggs too. Of course, I could try the Jillian-Michaels-thing and convince myself that if I just find "humane" cage-free eggs, it's okay, it's not so bad. But that's crap, and it's still coming from an animal's body. I just can't eat it anymore.
