Bryan, no offense taken about your nitpick; I’ll modify it here to “sentient life” taken, as that’s the definition I try to work with.
I well realize that plants are very much alive; I work as a horticulturist, and propagate and grow them from little tiny babies, to beautiful flowering sexually active (heh) maturity. I spend most of my waking hours taking care of those green beings, and teaching others how to grow and cultivate them. I truly love plants, and marvel at their methods of survival and diversity of form and adaptation. And, yeah, I talk to them as beings: on my educational talks and garden walks, people say I give them a new perspective about how plants Are alive, and an appreciation of their beauty.
And then I eat them to survive. Honestly, I wish I didn’t have to kill anything, that’d make me most happy. But, here I am, homo sapiens, and I know I gotta eat to live, and kinda like life, so do. I base my choice on doing the least damage possible, with as little suffering as possible. What makes sense to me is drawing the line at sentience, and capability of suffering. One can argue that point, but, I have to make a choice before digesting the next whatever to live, and my choice, with good thought, is to not eat animal flesh, even fish, who probably are not the most bright lights on the planet.
I’ve posted it here before, but, here again: My first decision to become a vegetarian was because I was on boats with my parents, marine biologists, and at 11 years old, saw fish flop around and die, and my tender little heart just hated that. Irefused to eat them, which didn’t make my parents real happy, as with six kids to feed, those fish (on a professor’s salary) were a needed food source, and of course, very fresh and healthy eating. I stuck to my perception, though, and, with a few exceptions in my life, don’t eat fish. This was a case of seeing fish die, and it didn’t sit well with me.
That’s my choice, and I in no way set any untoward thoughts to anyone else who doesn’t see things as I do. My parents have devoted a great deal of their careers toward management of fisheries to help feed people, and try to preserve the marine ecosystem in balance. I understand that need in fairly decent depth.
I just try to make the best decisions I can under my ethical principles, and be gracious about what I do have, and appreciate any life taken to feed my ol’ gullet self. In this case, I do mean any life; I’m grateful for plants that feed me, and try to take only as much as I need. I’m not making a big production of it , it’s my personal observation and choice, and has worked well for me for my life. I’d never presume to ask anyone to go by my observances, and, as you can see here, if someone really wanted to know the reasons, it gets a bit lengthy to explain.
Wrapped up in a little Holiday biscuit, just don’t like to see suffering, pains me, and I figured out a way to avoid that a bit. For those who actually read this far, thanks for suffering through it. 
Rubystreak Thanks for coming to my aid here, I appreciate your efforts.