I tell you these things because I do not want you to die prematurely. What you are doing to yourselves is a quick fix. You’ve heard that something will make you lose weight quickly and by being so restrictive you feel like you’re being proactive. I’m not telling you to shove being vegan down your throat, in fact this has nothing to do with being vegan anymore. It’s purely a health thing.
Why, when there are scientific studies out there that have made direct links between a disease you’re worried will kill you, and diet, do you still make me feel like I’m telling you something unnecessary and unimportant? Why don’t you want to learn? Why don’t you want to be the healthiest you can possibly be? Why don’t you want to help yourself live the longest you can live, so you can spend that time with us, your family? Why is a moment of satisfaction, more important than feeling the best your body has ever felt for the rest of your life?
I tell you these things out of love. I tell you these things because I want you to stop worrying. I tell you these things because I want you to be around for every milestone of mine, and yours. But you tell me not to tell you these things. You switch off. You ignore me. And it makes me want to scream. Asking you to listen to me, and understand where I’m coming from, is not the same as asking the general public to get a fucking grip and take more care of themselves. My reasons for wanting to tell you these things are completely selfish. I tell you these things, simply because I love you.