Yes, I'm at it again with the lessnessness - it's an obsession; I freely admit it. But, in my defence, I am a simple-minded fool and, what's more, I may presently have some sort of nutritional deficiency.
In case you haven't worked it out yet, I've recently turned vegetarian. I've not found myself inclined to hug trees, throw out my wardrobe in favour of hemp clothing, or wear open-toed sandals (with or without socks) but I suspect it's only a matter of time. I imagine there's some sort of snowball effect and that I'm still quite high up the mountain.
So why, you might ask, have I turned my back on twenty-even years of eating meat? Because. Does that answer your question? Excellent.
I've been struggling with it, though. Not in the sense that I'm craving meat and have considered picketing the pharmaceutical companies to produce a beef patch (that sounds extremely dodgy, doesn't it?) and lamb chewing gum. No, not that sort of struggle at all...
... the problem is that I'm yet to find a palatable substitute for meat - Quorn sausages should be banned in all enclosed public spaces - which means I've been eating either tasty but probably not very balanced meals or I've been eating cardboard and carrots. I figure it's like taking medicine as a child - if it tastes bad, it's good for you.
Let's see if I ever have the strength to post again...
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