Those About to Fry - We Salute You

Today is June 30th.  And you know what that means.  Tomorrow is July 1st.  V-day.

I console myself with the knowledge that this is "Vegan in 30 days," not "Drop dead Vegan on July 1st, then suffering withdrawals for 30 days while fantasizing about chewing on a cow's leg."  Sarah Taylor's book is 30 baby steps, and I'll follow one a day.  And honestly, I don't eat a lot of meat, per se - but the cheese and eggs...that will make me sad. 

I did go to Sarah's blog -"The Vegan Next Door' - check down a couple posts from here, there's a link.  Anyhow, I told her about our little project and invited her to follow us.  She says she is ready, willing and able to provide support.  So, my dearest reader - we have a plan.  We have Sarah, best-selling author.  Kinda like knowing Iron Man has your back, only she's blonde, petite and can't fly.

I've noticed a strange phenomena this week - I've been eating meat like an Okanogan County ranch hand.  I've had steak.  I've had burgers.  I've had strips of beef satay.  I've also been hitting the eggs pretty hard.  Twice this week, I had 3 poached eggs for lunch.  And don't even get me started on the cheese.  I've eaten more cottage cheese this week than I have in the past 5 years.  Tonight I ate a huge sandwich with pastrami, ham, swiss, and g*d knows what else.  This from a girl who eats meat normally, oh, twice a week or so.  Oh, and let's not discuss the 2 containers of rice pudding I bought today.  If I think about July too much, I'll go into some sort of cardiac incident, I have no doubt. 

Oh, and you won't freakin' believe what we are doing after this little.  I found this program for single women...OH.MY.DOG.  You will just croak.  You really, really will.  See, I'm already trying to divert my attention from this month by mentally skipping directly to August. 

Hold me, I'm scared.  And bring bacon.