I can relate. my conscience, this cricket that drives most of my conscious action, has gone through that transition. the problem is that, inside me, there are two wolves. and both are carnivore ;-)
more seriously, I grew up having meat that I found delicious and comfortable to eat. it was so far removed from the cruel reality that animals are so mistreated throughout their lives that it takes a conscious effort to even make the connection and use it as motivator. and I still hope to get to eat vegan non-sentient meat in my lifetime.
point being, I enjoy meat, I love its taste and texture, and I would be lying if I said that it's not pleasant, to this day. and there's a part of me that wants, that craves for that pleasure. it takes a huge conscious effort for me to override that craving, and I've never been very good at controlling food cravings. being vegan makes me feel ashamed and guilty of even admitting to want that pleasure, to enjoying it; it also significantly impairs the pleasure of the experience. but it doesn't make the craving go away! it's a permanent struggle against myself. and though I am very strong-willed and persistent, when I'm fighting against myself, that works both ways: neither opponent gives up or defeats the other, so both end up exhausted.
just yesterday, I went through a major neurodivergence-related crisis, I felt depleted getting up, and I fought meat craving the whole day. the day sucked, but it was a small lucky victory