My Experience with Pregnancy Loss

Last night, we were sitting around the dinner table talking about babies. Isabella, my oldest daughter said “Mommy, you’ve been pregnant two times and you’re not having anymore babies.” I hesitated at the “pregnant two times” part of her sentence but I told her she was right. My daughter, and so many other people, do not know that I’ve been pregnant 4 times but only have 2 children.

When my oldest daughter, Isabella, was about 18 months old, I went through baby fever, and it was bad. I wanted to have another baby, I wanted Isabella to have a sibling to play and grow up with. But my husband wasn’t ready, and he knew deep down, I wasn’t either. So we decided to wait. I was taking birth control pills after having my daughter. The birth control was covered by Medicaid, but as Isabella’s second birthday was approaching, my medical coverage was ending. My birth control was $90 a month, an expense we couldn’t afford at the time, so I had decided to get an intrauterine device or IUD.

I made an appointment with my gynecologist, and I told her I needed to get an IUD as soon as possible, before my insurance coverage ended. We talked about different IUD’s and I decided on ParaGard, which is has copper and no hormones. It was supposed to be more effective than the hormonal IUD’s and I was more comfortable with a hormone free one. I wasn’t sure how I would react to the hormones in other IUD’s and I couldn’t chance it. And the copper IUD would last 10 years and I could just make an appointment to get it removed whenever Jonathan and I decided to try for another child.

I laid there on the table, my feet in the stirrups while my gynecologist prepared to insert my IUD. She was having some trouble but after a lot of poking and prodding at my cervix (ouch) I finally had my IUD inserted. And I breathed a sigh of relief knowing that I wouldn’t have to worry about getting pregnant any time soon.

Or so I thought…

It was about a year after having my IUD and I had no issues with it. My husband occasionally felt the string from the IUD when we would have sex, but overall, no real problems. Then one day, I had just finished working out at home, and it suddenly occurred to me that I hadn’t gotten my period. I ran to my calendar in the kitchen to count the days since my last period.

29 days…

Not very late, but late nonetheless. “Fuck, could I be pregnant?” I went to the store and got a pregnancy test. A faint positive appeared and I cried on the toilet. How? How did this happen? I know the IUD is still in, did it move?

I called Jon and told him I was pregnant and he thought I was joking. I told him “no, baby, I’m not kidding. The pregnancy test is positive and I’m scared.”

I started looking up the chances of getting pregnant with a copper IUD, less than 1%. What are the chances of having a healthy pregnancy and delivery with an IUD? Mixed research. I made an appointment with my gynecologist and I remember telling the woman at the office “I’m pregnant and have a copper IUD.” She couldn’t believe what I was saying.

I had to wait until the next week for my appointment, which was hell. Even though I didn’t want to get pregnant at the time, knowing that I was in fact pregnant, I wanted my baby to be okay. But I started spotting, and the bleeding got worse as the days went on.

I heard blighted ovum at one appointment and ectopic pregnancy at another. I honestly don’t know what it was and I was in too much shock to ask questions. Either way, I was not going to have another baby.

And I was crushed.

I got my IUD removed because it didn’t work for whatever reason. Maybe it moved or wasn’t inserted correctly. It could be possible since my gynecologist at the time had trouble inserting it. I’ll never know and the answer wouldn’t make me feel any better.

I was heartbroken. And I wanted us to try for another baby. But every month, my period came and my heart broke all over again. I tried to act like it didn’t bother me, but it did.

And a year later, I got pregnant again. I was excited, but I was wary. I made sure not to tell anyone but my husband and mother. I wanted to go to the doctor before I said anything. But I’d have to wait until at least 8 weeks to have my first appointment and I was only 5 weeks.

When I got to 6 weeks, I started spotting. And my heart sank. I went to the emergency room and sure enough my hCG (pregnancy hormone) levels were low. I stayed at the hospital for a few hours so they could test my levels again, and if they were continuing to lower, that meant I was having a miscarriage. I tried to hold on to hope that things were fine, but after a few hours and another test, we found out I was miscarrying.

I remember how direct the nurse was. Quick and to the point, and not sympathetic. I was told, just like the first time, that my body should “take care of it” and my body should expel all remaining tissue. And to follow up with my doctor in a few weeks. My husband, daughter and I made it to the car before I started crying. And I kept crying.

When we got home, I was crying in my husbands arms and I looked at him and told him…

“…I feel broken. I’d rather never get pregnant again than to feel this pain one more time.”

I didn’t tell anyone, no one knew I was pregnant, so why should I share my loss? I convinced myself that I was lucky. I was lucky that my body would take care of things and I wouldn’t need surgery like other women have. I was lucky not to have gotten so far along in my pregnancy. I was lucky to have one child, when so many other women struggle with this loss and still don’t have children. I told myself that my grief wasn’t valid because there were other women who have endured much worse than I have. And maybe that helped me cope at the time, but my loss was real. My pain was excruciating, both physically and emotionally. And it’s a pain I still carry today.

I didn’t realize at the time that I was going through something called secondary infertility. I found out later that it’s common for some woman to have trouble either getting pregnant or carrying a baby to term after giving birth to a child previously. It was over a year later before I got pregnant again. And four years total after my first pregnancy loss before I got pregnant for the last time.

But I am lucky. I got my rainbow baby, my Emilia. When I got pregnant with her, I was wary yet again. I was careful not to let myself get excited. But I made it to my 8 week appointment and explained to my midwife that I needed to have an ultrasound since I had 2 previous pregnancy losses. And I got my ultrasound, and we saw that heartbeat flicker and I breathed a sigh of relief. Not a big one, because I knew I was not through the woods, you never are when you’re pregnant. But I was relieved and I was excited. And she’s here, and one of the greatest joys in my life. I am incredibly fortunate to have 2 beautiful children.

But some women never get their rainbow baby, and for that I am truly sorry. To anyone reading this who is struggling to have a baby, I see you. To those who have endured countless pregnancy losses, I feel your pain. And to the women, suffering in silence, trying to put on a smile at the news of other women getting pregnant, I see you too. There are no words that can ease the pain of losing a pregnancy. Grieving a life that could have been.

You are not alone.

Below, I will include a link for pregnancy loss support or if anyone who wants to chat about pregnancy loss can email me.

NationalShare.org

-Toniann

Spending One on One Time with Your Children

My oldest daughter was an only child for 6 years before her baby sister came along. My husband and I referred to her as “the baby” up until that point, and we’d probably still refer to her that way if she was an only child. I am happy about the age difference between them. I feel that Isabella had a lot of time as “the baby” and got my undivided attention most of the time. So when I got pregnant with Emilia, I was very worried about Isabella getting jealous of her baby sister. I remember talking to other moms who had more than one child and the one thing they all told me was to make time for her once her sister came. That having one on one time with her is important so she doesn’t feel jealous or feels that she has to compete for my attention.

Then Emilia was born. Fast-forward to now.

I was recently scrolling through old photos and videos on my phone and I came across a video I took of Isabella meeting Emilia for the first time. I made it a point to record this moment because I knew how special it would be. And it was special. And then Isabella looks at her dad and says “Daddy, Daddy, you were holding me when I was a baby too.” I didn’t notice when she said it but watching the video recently, I realized there have been so many more moments like this since her sister was born.

Isabella does compete for my attention. I’ve noticed it a lot more lately with her baby sister getting older. Emilia is doing new things, adorable things like talking and being silly. And when we all dote over Emilia for being cute, Isabella will rush to do the same thing.

So even though my goal was to make sure I spent one on one time with Isabella, I’ve been failing at keeping up with that promise.

It’s difficult to get one on one time with Isabella. My day usually consists of making sure Isabella gets to school, cooking, cleaning, work out, getting Isabella from school, grocery shopping, then home to complete homework (which gives me the most anxiety), then cook dinner, hubbs comes home, eat dinner, bath time and then bedtime. And when both of the girls are together, I yell A LOT. A lot more than I would like to but I’m working on it. Anyway, during my weekday, there really isn’t much opportunity for actual one on one time. And admittedly, I need to try harder.

I make it a point to have one on one time with my husband by going on date nights. I should be doing the same for my daughter.

She needs to have me to herself sometimes and her dad to herself as well. Emilia is almost 2 years old and during these last 2 years, we’ve probably had less than 5 planned one on one outings. And she still talks about them. She loves the time when the two of us went to get our nails done. I had a great time too. So yesterday I made sure to take her out to lunch, and it was great. Smoothies and quesadillas.

I want to continue having one on one time with Isabella. It won’t always be lunch or getting our nails done, it might just be the two of us jumping on the trampoline together. But my goal is to have one planned outing a month with Isabella, and her dad and I will trade months.

First Daddy daughter dance!

Its important to make her feel special and try to keep her from competing for our attention. My hope is that spending more one on one time, not just monthly, but even 10-15 minutes each day will help strengthen our bond. And not only Isabella’s bond with my husband and I, but also her sister. She might be less resentful towards her sister if she feels that she doesn’t have to fight her sister for our love.

Isabella and I have a good relationship. But my hope is that our bond only grows stronger, and that when she’s a teenager and an adult, she will still want to spend time with me. And I’m realizing more and more that I need to lay that foundation now. To make and effort to spend time with just her so she knows without a doubt that she is loved and she is special in her own way. I know that I love her, but she needs to know that by me showing her. And I’m promising myself to be better at spending one on one time with my daughter.

-Toniann

6 Things Being Vegan for 6 Years has Taught Me

Last week was my sixth veganniversary! I feel so proud of myself for having come this far and I’m excited for what’s to come. Looking back, I would have never expected that I would become vegan but it’s one of the best decisions I’ve ever made. Check out my post on Why I Became Vegan if you’re curious on why I made the transition. This week I wanted to share 6 things I’ve learned since becoming vegan 6 years ago.

1. There are many different types of vegans.

You have your ethical vegan, like me, who is vegan for the animals. The ethical vegan will avoid animal-based products like wool and leather while also avoiding businesses that exploit animals for entertainment (i.e. circus, zoo, aquarium etc.) You also have your environmental vegan who is vegan to reduce their carbon footprint in an effort to save the damn planet! Then there’s your raw vegan which follows a strictly plant-based diet that contains foods that haven’t been cooked over 115 degrees F. I’m sure I’ve missed a few types here, but these are some of the well-known vegan types. When I first became vegan, I never knew there were so many different kinds of vegans. But they’re all awesome in their own way.

2. Not all vegans are created equal.

When you become vegan, you will meet types of people who believe being vegan means all-or-nothing. Its expected when you hear it from non-vegans. “Does your car have leather seats?” You’re not vegan. “The house you live in was made by clearing land that was a home to animals, you’re not vegan.” Those are some of the things I’ve heard personally from people, and from former vegans. But there is also a lot of judgement from inside the vegan community. I mean, a shit-ton of judgement. Don’t drink almond milk because almonds require a lot of water to be produced. Oh, you eat Oreos? The sugar in that isn’t vegan. That company also produces non-vegan products, you should only buy from 100% vegan companies. You chaperoned your kids trip to the zoo? Definitely not vegan. Wait, your kids aren’t vegan? Well, you shouldn’t even have kids since our planet is overpopulated and having children is destroying the earth.

JUST. FUCKING. STOP.

I’ve learned that you will never be vegan enough for some people. Being vegan is more about doing the most good for animals and less about personal purity. But hey, if you wanna go live off the grid on a deserted island and only eat coconuts while making your own clothes, more power to you.

3. Sometimes you don’t want to tell anyone you’re vegan.

Everyone knows that vegans never fucking shut up about being vegan. I mean, I’m writing a blog about it right now. But there will come a time where you don’t even want to tell anyone you’re vegan. Why, you might ask? Well, people bombard you with questions about being vegan. And while I have met some people who were very polite about it, I’ve also met some rude people when they find out I’m vegan. People have flat out told me I was wrong for going vegan, as if my decision somehow effects them in any way. People think vegans are easily offended, try telling a non-vegan that you’re vegan because you love animals. “Don’t tell me I’m not an animal-lover because I love eating steak!” Then there is the all too famous question: “where do you get your protein from?” There’s protein in plants people! Sometimes it’s exhausting to deal with people who want to put you down for being vegan. So, I’ve come to the point where if someone doesn’t know I’m vegan, I try not to tell them until it’s absolutely necessary, like if they ask why I won’t eat something.

4. Going out to eat is STILL difficult.

While over the past 6 years of being vegan, more and more restaurants are including substantial vegan options, some restaurants are still way behind. So any outing, not just to a restaurant, requires planning ahead. Being a mom, I’ve made it a habit to pack snacks for my girls, but I also need to pack snacks for myself. And if we’re going to a non-vegan restaurants with some friends, I make it a habit to eat beforehand so I’m not starving. And I also research their menu for any possible vegan options. Most of the time, the only vegan option will be a side salad (make sure to tell the server no cheese!) and fries. Oh, and alcohol, but of course that can be dangerous.

5. Veganism is becoming more mainstream!

There are many people who believe that going vegan will not make any real difference. The animals are dying anyway, so why not eat them? But that’s not the case at all. We have the power to change which products companies produce based on what we spend our money on. So, the more vegan products that are bought, the more that will be made. When I first went vegan 6 years ago, there weren’t as many options as there are now. There are so many new vegan companies out there and even non-vegan companies are producing vegan products. And like I said in my last point, more and more restaurants are providing vegan dishes to keep up with the demand. It’s safe to say I’m fucking excited for what’s to come for veganism in the future.

6. Some people will never go vegan no matter how hard you try.

This is the probably the saddest and most frustrating thing I’ve learned since I became vegan. When I became vegan, its was like a veil was lifted and I finally saw things for how they are. The cruelty animals face everyday is horrific. The effects of animal products on the human body is scary. And even with all that information out there, people still will not go vegan. WHY?! This is something I’ve struggled with for a while, trying to convince so many people to go vegan to no avail. But I’ve learned that going vegan is a decision that people have to come to on their own. Most of us grew up eating meat. We were once in their shoes, and it just requires patience and understanding sometimes, no matter how difficult that may be. And in my case, I never had the intention to go vegan, yet here I am. While it would be wonderful if the whole world was vegan, that’s not the case now. All I can do is be the best vegan possible and be here for anyone who wants to do the same.

Well, there you have it. 6 things being vegan has taught me over the last 6 years. Its been an amazing journey. I’ve had some slip-ups, but I’m still going strong. Being vegan was the best choice for me and I’m happier living my life this way. I’d recommend the vegan lifestyle for anyone. To my fellow vegans: what are some things you’ve learned since you made the switch? Drop a comment below. I hope everyone has a fantastic day. And happy veganniversary to me!

About to demolish some vegan cupcakes. Can’t wait to have some more this weekend!

-Toniann

The Importance of Sex in a Relationship

This week I got the great idea from my husband to talk about sex. Or as he so eloquently put it: “talk about doin’ it.” However you refer to sex, I wanted to talk about the importance of sex in a relationship. And how more intimacy and more sex leads to a happier, long-lasting future with your partner.

Jon and I have been together for almost 10 years and I certainly credit our great sex life to how happy we are together. Sex is one of the most important parts of our relationship; it helps keep us connected emotionally and makes our relationship stronger. Any issues that we may be having can affect our sex life and vice versa. So we make an effort to keep an active sex life since sometimes it can be difficult with work and kids.

Why is sex so important though?

Sex helps to keep a level of intimacy that’s necessary in committed relationships. Everyone wants to feel loved and secure in their relationship and sex helps by increasing the overall happiness with your partner. Frequent sex is a self-esteem booster and makes us feel attractive and more confident. I, as well as so many others, have lots of insecurities. I’ve had many moments where I felt very unattractive, especially after having two kids. My body has gone through changes and I have a lot more stretch marks than when Jon and I first started dating. But regardless of how I see myself, he still finds me attractive, and I know it by how often we have sex. I feel more desirable and more confident the more we have sex.

Sex is an awesome stress reliever. Sometimes after a long, hard day, you need a long hard… night. Kissing, cuddling and sex release oxytocin (the hormone also known as the “love hormone”) which helps us to relax and have a more restful sleep. Dealing with the issues of day-to-day life can be difficult. Work, household chores, kids (if you have any) and potential financial problems can put a damper on any relationship. But having an active sex life with your partner can help to ease that burden. Maintaining a close and intimate relationship makes it easier to tackle any issues together. While an inactive sex life can make a you feel like you’re more of a roommate than someone who’s in a loving relationship.

Sex is also great for physical health. Are you looking to switch up your exercise routine? Looking to workout with your significant other? Well, having sex is a great way to get a workout in and burn lots of calories. Sex also benefits heart health and improve overall fitness. Don’t forget to squeeze those glutes, yours and theirs.

I cannot stress the importance of sex in a relationship enough. Now, I’m no expert on love, sex or marriage. This post is simply my own interpretation of how sex enhances my relationship with my husband. Hopefully, some of you reading can relate or at the very least, have more of an open discussion with you partner about sex. It’s certainly one of the most important parts of my relationship. I feel loved, feel confident and secure in my marriage because we have sex as often as we do. And it helps keep that spark alive.

So set the mood: light some candles, get out the massage oils, have a glass of wine and put the kids to bed early. Happy humping!

-Toniann

I’m Vegan and my Children ARE NOT

Yes folks, you read that right. My daughters are not vegan and that’s ok. My household is not a vegan one. My husband eats meat and my girls eat… a varied diet. I mean, they’re kids. They go through phases of foods they like and then hate, willing to try and not try. It’s all trial and error, and they each have their own preferences just like anyone else does. I’ll admit it took me a while to accept my girls eating dairy, and rarely eating meat, and sometimes it’s still a struggle but in the end, they will make their own choices when it comes to food.

The girls eat a mostly plant-based diet since that’s what I cook at home. They love tofu and almost every fruit they’ve tried. There is the rare occasion where I’ll make pizza and get regular cheese for them and the hubbs. Because, honestly, vegan cheese is nothing like dairy cheese. And there are probably a few times a year that the girls will eat meat, and that’ll usually happen at a family barbeque or some special event at school. There are many birthday parties they will be going to and the last thing I want is to tell them they can’t have any treats or cake because they’re not vegan. Their diet doesn’t need to be so strict.

Like I said before, my kids go through phases with food. When my oldest was 2 years old, she never ate meat, even though she was offered at every meal. Her favorite food for almost a year was a peanut butter sandwich. But she’ll try meat now when she sees her father eating it, the same with my toddler. I forgot how tricky toddlers are with meals. One day she’ll love oatmeal and literally the next day will not eat it. But she loves fruits, both of my girls do. Since I’ve become vegan, there are lots of foods that we’ve tried that we wouldn’t have otherwise. We love to try new vegan restaurants and go to vegan food festivals as often as we can. My husband even went vegetarian for a year and vegan for 3 months (something he claimed he would never do. Love you baby!) So when I actually think about what my girls eat, I would say they have a healthy diet.

I have been vegan for almost 6 years now, a decision I made happily on my own. The last thing that I want is to force a vegan diet on my daughters and they, in turn, never want to be vegans when they get older. I have had many talks with my oldest daughter about where meat, cheese and eggs come from and she knows I went vegan because I love animals so much. In my opinion, being vegan seems like the most natural and logical way to live. And it was hard for me to accept that I had to let my daughters choose for themselves, the same way I did. It’s only fair. What you eat is a very personal choice. And while I can guide my children with what I serve them at home, in the end, they will be making their own food choices. I’ll love them no matter what.

-Toniann

The Reality of Parenting Failures

Being a parent is hard work: you’re in charge of raising a tiny human being into a functional, hopefully self-sufficient, adult. And if you have more than one kid, that makes it a lot harder. Especially if they have totally different personalities like my daughters do. It’s an adventure to say the least.

I feel like more parents nowadays worry about EVERYTHING! Well, I know I sure as hell do. Sometimes, the tiniest mistake I make as a mom crushes me, and it shouldn’t.

Living in this online age, where information is so readily available is a blessing and a curse. On the one hand, I can check to see if my daughter’s wart is indeed a wart (which it is), and on the other hand find out that I’m probably scarring my children by yelling at them so much.

And then you have social media.

We all have that one friend that makes motherhood look like a fucking breeze. They’ve got an amazing outfit on, their hair is done, house is immaculate and their kids look just perfect. They also work and still have time to make these fancy individualized little lunches for their kids. I mean, how the fuck? I haven’t cooked dinner since Thursday and last month, one of our dinners was peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. And bless my husbands heart because he was so excited that night. But to be honest, I feel bad when I don’t cook for my family. I’m a stay-at-home mom, so I should no fucking excuse, right?

I know that most of what those moms post is just a façade. I’ve also been guilty of posting gorgeous pictures of myself and my kids, but for the most part I try to keep shit real. I’m not afraid to open up about some of my struggles as a mother. Mostly, I hope not to isolate other mothers who might be facing the same problems as I am.

There was more of a village mentality back in the day when it came to raising kids. There were many family members and trusted friends who would help and ease the burden. But that seems like a rarity now. And I know in a lot of cases, that’s for good reason.

But can we just stop with all the judgement? Being a parent is hard enough without people offering unsolicited advice and criticism. I beat myself up enough on my own, I definitely don’t need anyone else doing it too. I have so much anxiety now, wondering if I’m doing right by daughters. I want to make sure I don’t yell too much, feed them healthy meals, raise them to be strong and stand up for themselves, to come to us whenever they need help, to love themselves and each other. Most of all I want my children to be happy and to feel loved by my husband and I.

There is the rare day where I feel like a bad ass mom, but most days I feel like an epic failure. My daughters mean the world to me, and I go to bed every night and I hope that I haven’t fucked them up in some way. And I promise myself that the next day I’ll do better, but sometimes it’s difficult. I’m not perfect. But the shit of it is, no matter how horribly I think I’m doing as a mom, my kids still love me. They give me the biggest hugs and make me feel like the best mom in the world. I hope one day soon, I can see myself the way they see me.

-Toniann


5 Tips to Help You Go Vegan

Happy Monday everyone! For those of you who don’t know me, or have not read my blog name, I’m vegan. I became vegan in 2013, almost 6 years ago next April. Check out my post on Why I Became Vegan if you haven’t already. But for this weeks post, I’ll be sharing some helpful tips for anyone who’s thinking of going vegan.

Do Your Research!

Going vegan requires a lot more research than going vegetarian. At least that was the case for me. Vegetarian simply means not eating any kind of meat or fish. But going vegan means not consuming ANY animal products. It can be overwhelming to find out how many of your favorite products have animal ingredients in them. Again, why the fuck is there milk powder in certain brands of salt and vinegar chips?! SALT AND VINEGAR! I’m still outraged by this, but let’s move on. Research vegan companies and companies that don’t test on animals. Find out which products are accidentally vegan, you might find that some of your favorite snacks are already vegan. It can be intimidating at first, once you see an actual list of non-vegan ingredients (especially ones with the overly scientific names), so be thorough in your research.

Start Slow

Now, if you want to be a badass and go vegan overnight, more power to you. I know there are some people who’ve done it, not personally as I have literally no vegan friends in real life, but I couldn’t do it that way. If you still eat meat, start by cutting meat out first. There are tons of meatless Monday recipes online. Then start cutting out eggs and dairy. OMG, but cheese! Yes, yes, I hear your cries. I was once a lover of cheese and an egg over easy but you can live without it. Try vegan alternatives like cashew ice cream and faux meat products. Just remember to go at your own pace.

Experiment with New Products and Recipes

This one is probably my favorites. I always stuck to the same foods when I used to eat meat. But now that I’m vegan, I have tried so many new foods that I wouldn’t have thought to try otherwise (I’m looking at you quinoa). And I’m always trying to veganize some of my favorite childhood dishes, and so are many other vegans out there. There are many non-vegan companies that are creating plant-based products to keep up with the vegan demand. I definitely enjoy trying new recipes and I’m always on the lookout for new vegan products, especially dairy-free ice cream. So next time you’re out shopping for groceries, take a look at some vegan alternatives and try a new recipe.

Watch Some Vegan Documentaries

Whatever your reason is for wanting to go vegan, there is a documentary you can watch for it. Want to go vegan for health reasons? Watch What The Health. Want to go vegan for the animals like me? Watch Earthlings. And if your an aspiring environmentalist, watch Cowspiracy. Those are just to name a few, there are so many documentaries out there shining a light on how truly horrible the meat and dairy industry are. They’re really not for the faint of heart, but trust me, ignorance is not bliss when it comes to consuming animals.

Stand Firm in Your Reason for Going Vegan

Going vegan is hard. It’s really one of the most difficult things I’ve done in my life. And while it was a huge challenge in the beginning, it’s gotten easier with time. There will be lots of criticism from friends, loved ones, and some random person you just met that finds out you’re vegan. There will inevitably be some slip-ups, but that’s not reason to back-track. I had a really drunken, super fun night out with my husband last year and I ate a slice of cheese pizza (or 2 or 3, I can’t remember), but that doesn’t mean I’m just going to go back to being vegetarian or eating meat again. Don’t forget, we’re all human. Just keep reminding yourself why you wanted to become vegan in the first place.

I hope these tips help some of you to go vegan, if you’re not already. It does require a lot of research and maybe a lot of time for some people, but it’s so worth it. Many people believe that going vegan means you’re sacrificing so much or going without, but that’s not the case. Going vegan gives you an opportunity to try new foods and new products without the guilt. If you love animals, value your health and care about the well-being of our planet, then go vegan. You won’t regret it.

-Toniann