Day two of no meat was the day of the Peanut butter. Peter Pan Honey Roast to be exact. I’m shoveling it into my face by the spoonful. You see, I hate 99% of all vegetables. The texture of them makes me literally sick to my stomach when I try to eat them. The canned pinto beans that I love are seasoned with pork fat, so I can’t even eat those. Man… I’m going have to learn to make my own beans or some such nonsense.
I’m heavily considering adding fish back into my diet. I never went into this thinking I was going to be a vegan, a vegetarian, a pescatarian, or any of the other atarians on the list. I was just sad about eating the cows and the chickens and the pigs. I’m not sad about eating the fish. Maybe I should be sad about the fish.
I cooked some baked potatoes and rice for dinner, but I’m going to weigh 400 pounds by 2023 if I don’t find more foods that I can stomach.