Is there something wrong with me?

Sometimes I wonder how desensitized I really am to American culture.  After reading half way Eating Animals, I still find myself stopping off at Chick-file-a to get some chicken nuggets.  I can't help but wonder if that means there is something wrong with me.  Normally I am pretty empathetic, especially when is concerns animals.  So why then am I so unaffected by this book?  Part of me thinks that isn't because the way I was raised.  My entire diet, as a child, revolved around meat.  If a dish didn't have any kind of meat in it, it wasn't considered to be a proper meal.  For a long time, I couldn't fathom why anyone would want to become vegetarian when there was plenty of chicken, beef, pork, and other delicious meats to go around.  Of course, as I grew older, I understood what it meant to be vegetarian and the many reasons why a person would give up meat.  As much as I agree with and admire the values that vegetarians and vegans stand by, I could never see myself giving up meat.  I love it too much, and it just tastes too good.  So, maybe I've become desensitized to works of literature such as Eating Animals because my love of meat.  Maybe my brain is blocking out any thoughts that may cause me to finally give it all up.  I guess that is a better explanation than saying that I just don't care (which is entirely not true.)  If anything, I can only hope that I'll be able to find other carnivorous alternatives, like organically farmed meat, that works within my budget so that I can least help out with these animal slaughtering catastrophes a little bit.