Becoming a vegetarian is a choice I made at age 15. It enraged my mother, which only strengthened my resolve to stick with it.
And I have. I used to cook meat for my husband, but stopped when I was pregnant and threw up in the butcher shop. He stopped eating meat then, too. And we have raised our three daughters as vegetarians.
We do eat fish, which I justify since according to Jewish dietary laws, fish is pareve – neither milk nor meat. If it’s good enough for the rabbi, it’s good enough for me. One of my kids did briefly flirt with eating chicken, her teenage rebellion; now, she won't even eat fish.
Travel can be a challenge, but then, so can dinner at a friend's house. You just have to adapt.