I. Morning
Checking our cupboards for what we need to get, I discover that we still had two big jars of bolognese sauce left, along with a tin of sardines.
“Can we just leave them there for when we get desperate?” I ask B.
“If I ever get desperate, I’d rather have roasted chicken,” he says.
“So what do we do?”
“Eat them. Because once we start, I don’t want to go back.”
So I sautee garlic, onion and mushrooms and empty the two jars. Boil some pasta. Mix them together. And voila! With the sardines and some rice, our meals our covered until dinner tomorrow. Looks like our veggie life starts on Sunday.
II. Night
Our loot today from the grocery store includes stuff you’d expect in a herbivore’s kitchen: canned and fresh fruits and vegetables, muesli, brown rice, soy milk, etc. etc. But the bill’s just as expensive as when we had meat. Because apparently, the more energy one spends in restricting certain urges, the less energy one has in avoiding other temptations–as seen from the cookie boxes and huge tub of Panettone that “jumped” into our cart.
I’m definitely going to do a weigh-in before we officially start, to see whether the scale moves to the left or to the right as we move forward. Are vegetarians sexier? We’ll see.
