I was a vegetarian for 5 or 6 years during college and immediately after. I was an "ovo-lacto vegetarian," in that I ate eggs and dairy. I was never a very good vegetarian, more like a pastatarian or starchatarian. I didn't eat enough fruits or vegetables, nor did I worry too much about getting my protein. I got sick a lot, colds and viruses. When I started having wild cravings for tuna fish, I eventually gave in and started eating sea food again. With the addition of tuna into my diet, my health did improve.
I was a vegetarian for environmental reasons, but also because I simply never really cared for meat all that much. I became interested in vegetarianism the summer after 11th grade through a co-worker at the day camp I was working at, but my step-mother refused to indulge my whim. When I came home for Thanksgiving freshman year of college, the dynamics had shifted and I was able to avoid the turkey dinner. Her concerns about whether I would have enough to eat were unfounded, of course. Turkey was always a side dish, in my mind.
When I started eating meat again, it was never in large amounts or all that frequently. Left to my own devices, I would still chose tofu in my Thai food or a marinara sauce on my pasta. My fiance, on the other hand, is as meat and potatoes as they come. He will literally have for dinner steak with a side of chicken. I kid you not. In an attempt to share our meals more thoroughly, I began eating some of the pork or chicken he was having (I drew the line at steak, hamburger, or sloppy joes).
The other evening I realized that I was only eating these dinners because that was our routine. I don't enjoy them and I'm always wishing to not have the meat on my plate. So now, for the first time in many years, I am wondering if it's time to reconsider my current state of vegetarianism. I get tired of explaining that "No, I just don't like steak (or prime rib or hotdogs)." It certainly would be easier just to say, "Yup, I'm a vegetarian."