How going vego boosts your bottom line
Are you eating into your profit?
I’d scoffed a million critters, but never killed one.
When I saw how they’re killed, I went off meat.
I’d always pictured vegetarian life as joyless and bland.
To my immense surprise, I found it’s not only better for me, it’s better for my business.
First, it never occurred to me how expensive meat is.
Our monthly market visit used to see us drop $90-$100 on bits of chicken, lamb, cow and calf.
Our fortnightly supermarket trek meant another $30-$40 on pig and piglet parts.
As vegetables cost far less than meat, Fonnie and I have much more cash in our kit.
We’re using this to retire business debt.
Which is reducing our interest burden.
Which is reducing my stress.
Which is enhancing my creativity.
Which is making me more efficient.
Which is seeing me take more and bigger jobs with greater confidence.
Which is improving my cash flow.
And so the positive cycle continues.
Going vego eliminates a raft of poor meal choices.
When hammered by timelines, I’d invariably default to toasted ham-and-cheese sandwiches.
Fast, easy and yum – but low on nutrition and big on fat.
After devouring this warm-but-heavy comfort food, I’d often want to nap.
By contrast, vego food is light, energising and sustaining – much better for work.
Long, tough days would often see me order an expensive, meaty, fatty family pizza.
If we couldn’t get through it that night, I’d nail it for breakfast.
Now we cook a cornucopia of truly tasty vego tucker on the weekend, so we have healthy care packages to reheat if time’s short.
We split the shopping and share the cooking. This teamwork and togetherness is great for our relationship.
Happy home = happy home business.
Vego meals keep better, too.
And you don’t look in the mirror each day reeling rage and regret.
Vego life makes you do other stuff that’s good for Earth.
I’d always thought reusable shopping bags would be a drag.
Turns out they’re heaps better than stretching-cutting-splitting plastic ones.
As our stockpile of plastic bags dwindled, I started to watch what we were putting in our kitchen bin.
This saw me install a compost bin.
Which is making mulch.
Which is supercharging my roses.
Which look lovely in my office.
And inspire me to work well.
I told my neighbour she could put her extra rubbish in my emptier bin.
She returned the favour with free lemons from her tree.
So I looked in on her dogs when she was in hospital.
So she fed mine when I went on holiday.
A close neighbour can be better than a distant friend.
We’re watching each other’s backs like never before.
This reduces my stress.
Which improves my efficiency.
Which … well, you know the drill!
Food for thought
Unlike many reformed smokers, I’m not trying to convert you.
I’m just saying that vego life is, amazingly, bulk ace in the extreme.
I could easily do another post on this topic.
But I’d much rather hear from you.
Tell us about your vego odyssey (or aversion thereto).
Like a field of golden corn,