I don’t remember if I’ve mentioned this or not, but Mister and I have been abstaining from alcohol and meat. We felt we’d overdone it the last week or so of December, and figured it would be good for us to keep it lean and mean during the month of January. The plan was to stay away from alcohol entirely, and to be “Veg-Aquarian” where food was concerned. We’ve pulled it off. We’ve had nary a drop of liquor and we’ve not eaten any cow, fowl or pig. (We do have fish once a week, though, and thank goodness for that. It’s saving our lives!)


It was a good idea. And for the record, both of us lost that end-of-the-year bloated feeling during the first week of 20 and 13. That’s a good thing, y’all.


But now it’s starting to drag. Everywhere I go, I smell meat. Specifically, I smell the fat of meat as it sizzles in some nearby restaurant/backyard/kitchen. And y’all, meat am be smelling good, um-kay?


As for the drinking thing, I don’t know what to tell ya. I’ve wanted to have a drank here and there, especially during stressful moments. But the truth of the matter is, I often forget to drink even when I’m allowing myself the privilege. I guess when it slips your mind, it’s one thing. When you deprive yourself, it’s another.


So here at the end of January, I’m looking forward to chewing a big old piece of meat and washing it down with a big old glass of wine. Here’s to dining well, yo. May we all be so blessed.

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