Epic fail for our Friday night appetizer and movie event-- unless you're interested in empty wonton wrappers, of course. Oh, and no movie. (Apparently my children are not as in to movies as I am.) Meanwhile, this amazing cheesiness was supposed to substitute for the immense cravings for meat I've developed. I must admit, I've never been into carnage. I have never ever, in my life, craved a big juicy cheeseburger (though I've eaten them, to be sure) or gotten giddy over bacon frying, or voluntarily bellied up to a rack o' ribs. Now, 22 days after starting this whole venture, I can say I'm not a vegetarian. It's nice to rule that out . . . to discover this part of myself . . . the carnivorous part. When I walk in the grocery store, all I can smell is the ready-made fried chicken. I seriously want to face-plant into a bowl of sausage and peppers or cut into a bloody steak or even stuff myself with a pulled pork sandwich. I feel weak and kind of out of it and not a little depressed (AND yes, I'm eating healthy, whole foods and taking supplements and vitamins). I'm holding out simply for the prize money-- which inevitably I will only win if I DON'T keep my promise (See?! Not eating meat makes me think like Eeyore.). But, since this is a year of self-discovery and of happiness, I can say this experience is providing me with both-- I am discovering that my self is not completely happy with zero meat. In the future, less meat is alright. No meat? No way.