This month is my one-month “veganiversary”: one month of being vegan. I don’t have a definite date though, but I know it was some time during the week after September 7. I wish I had a definite date, but I’ll just have to make the whole month of September ‘Veganiversary Month’ from now on (hey, why not, right?)

It feels a lot of longer however, as if I’ve always been vegan and that there was no time before then. This is a common feeling, according to other vegans. It really is amazing how the way you think and do things changes so suddenly and, for me, without much thought or deliberate effort to change. In fact, I found it much easier to be totally vegan, diet-wise, after I stopped being concious of making the changes. I just let them happen and it became easier as I let everything flow as opposed to being forced.

Something in me snapped on Father’s Day (September 7)—I told myself I was going to have an all-vegan day and I had prepared vegan dishes to take to our family lunch, but I ended up giving in and having some flavoured sour cream dip, one of my old favourites. I tried it but I didn’t like it, and that thought stuck with me over the following week and one day I just realised “Holy crap, all the food I’m consuming is vegan! What the hell, when did this happen? Hell yeah!”

So, happy one-month veganiversary to me! May every month be a vegan one until I die a very old woman.