Mmmmm, chicken

Well, I guess I had to pull a Monica on some aspect of this.

I wanted the pescetarian diet to last all of January, or 31 days.  Instead, I did 25.  I’m having grilled chicken for dinner tonight, and it is divine.  It tastes soooooo bad.  (Imagine such from a piece of grilled chicken breast.  Heh.)

What happened?  Well, let me tell you.  We had a birthday lunch at Rosie’s for a colleague today.  There is exactly one thing on the Rosie’s menu I’ve had that I know I like, and it doesn’t fit into a pescetarian diet.

So I had the shrimp quesadilla, which was a good, solid C+.

Back at my desk this afternoon, not ten seconds after I’d burped said C+ meal, Lea called and asked about dinner.  “Want to do fish tonight?”

Um, no.  Not a lick.  Not a hundredth of a lick.

Paused a bit more, and said “get chicken.  I’ll grill it.”

I’m not all that broken up about it.  The red meat abstinence is intact, and shall remain so effortlessly for the rest of the month.  It was the most important part of the equation anyway.  The point was to build interesting alternatives, and I’ve got a lot of those.  I’ll share in my post of February 1.

Please don’t be disappointed in me.  I’m not in myself.

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3 thoughts on “Mmmmm, chicken”

  1. I don’t think falling off the wagon once is going to kill you. Leave a bruise or two maybe, or sprain an ankle, but definitely not kill you. Besides, my understanding was that you left the door open for the occasional fowl feast.

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  2. kemtee: No, this was a course change. I intended to stay poultry-free through the end of January. It’s okay.

    BamaDan: No pork (or beef) yet. They’ll come back on in limited fashion beginning Monday.

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