My internal tug-of-war

Has anyone noticed how everything in this wonderful world is labeled? Everything has at least one name, if not several. I first really thought about this after the question of which positions the new GSA officers wanted was posed. A friend of mine asked, "Why must we label ourselves with a specific position? Why can't we just be 'GSA officers'?" I understand there are practical reasons to label or name something, such as enabling others to better understand whatever it is we're talking about, but I struggle with the following label: 'vegetarian'.

I currently have no meat in my home except for some breakfast biscuits for the bf that I can't believe I condoned by buying, some hot dogs leftover from a party, some sandwich meat, and seafood for a lasagna I was going to make. I also only buy soymilk now and eggs that are from free-range, organically fed chickens. My dream (even though I've heard they're nasty) is to have chickens so I don't have to buy eggs. :o)

I've always been pretty picky when it comes to eating meat. I have never liked grilled chicken very much, never liked eating meat off the bone, never liked steaks, etc. Typically, if it's breaded, small, and easy to eat, I like it.New Year's of 2007 I decided my resolution, since I already ate little meat and I wanted to be more 'eco-friendly', would be to not eat meat (aka become vegetarian). I did well. I don't think I ate any meat except when we ate sushi. Sushi is my absolute favorite, so I permitted myself to have that little enjoyment. Funny, that's probably worse than eating a hamburger (when we're talking about the impact on the earth)! So technically, I never really was vegetarian...pescatarian, sure. Vegetarian, no.

And then my downfall: Zaxby's. :oP I started eating their chicken salad sandwich. Mmmmmm! And then I heard my friend, who was also vegetarian, started eating meat again. Another friend of mine who is quite a bit older than me, very intelligent, super cool, and whom I respect tremendously told me about how she used to be vegetarian and then realized it was overrated and dropped it. So it was a combination of all of those things, my bf (who's not vegetarian), the ease (or lack thereof) of vegetarian food preparation, and constantly wondering if I was getting all of the vitamins and minerals I needed that sent me back to being a 'meat-eater'.

I tried to compromise and said that I would only eat meat if it was organic, free-range stuff. I even went into town to buy organic meat to make for my bf and me. I second guessed this decision recently when I paid $7 for 2...count them, 2 organic chicken breasts. :oP We weren't even able to finish them and gave the leftovers to the dogs!

I don't know what my issue is. I think I feel like I failed because I'm eating meat again. But why do I feel like I failed? That's ridiculous! Why do I feel like I have to be one or the other? Black or white...vegetarian or non. I like my advisor's label: facultative vegetarian. Meaning eating meat when one feels like it. I'm just not sure that my personality permits a gray area with something like this.
I think the other issue is that I don't like very many vegetables. Blech = mushrooms, tomatoes, olives, onions, bell peppers (depending on how they're cooked), and others. Well, that pretty much takes care of most 'vegetarian dishes' at restaurants. Do I order something I probably won't like because I'm avoiding meat or order something I'll like but feel crappy afterwards for eating?

I think I just need to figure out what makes me happiest (obvious?). Vegetarian, flexitarian, pescatarian, facultative vegetarian...or just me!