Vegetarianism: rendering horrific the ordinary

I'm well on my way to becoming vegetarian for a) economic (damn, but meat is expensive) and b) squeamish reasons. It's embarassing, but I've survived 22 years without ever really dealing with raw flesh. I remember not being able to handle the killing of a fish I'd just caught; it was up to my dad to insert his fingers into its gills and snap its neck with a quick wrench and twist; even he looked away as he did it though. I can't stand the texture, the veins, the sheer meatness of the stuff.