No Meat for Me

I really never imaged this day would come. Especially not after I savoured so much of it on my Caribbean getaway. Thick strip steak with island-sized crystals of sea salt. Bacon blue burger. Jerk hash with boniato. Conch fritters. Foie gras topped with thin sheets of tuna carpaccio. Bracciole, Meatballs, Sausage. I ate a lot.

Which brings me to now. I'm hoping a week of fasting (sort of) will shock my appetite back into reality. So it's Day 2 and I haven't cheated yet, which is substantial for me. I'm a huge cheater when it comes to diets or any resolution dealing with food and drink. Anyone on a diet knows that weekdays aren't so bad, but the weekend is like the Bermuda Triangle and by Monday all is lost. 

Fruits and vegetables are spilling out of my refrigerator waiting to be chopped and cooked into something not as boring. Leftover holiday goodies are trash-bound and alcohol is tucked away. 

Vegetarian for a week? Give me strength.