Eating naturally

I grow up eating pot roast for dinner.  Meat is comfort food. 

I visit a slaughter house, or read about one, and comfort becomes intermingled with horror.   Add the way animals interact with me and it becomes even more difficult.  Of course even plants raise concerns if I spend too much time thinking about it.

It seems to me that the only creatures who can eat according to their nature must be ones who don't contemplate their food, or come up with some kind of personal form of disassociation that separates them from the act..

And still . . . I love to eat.