I haven't had meat since the "porterhouse incident" on Sunday. Definitely the longest I've gone without carnivoring. Other than the time I went three days without any food at all, I can't think of a time when I've intentionally skipped meat, certainly not for more than a day.
It started because my body was calling for a timeout after that ridiculous meal at Commerce. And then I just wasn't hungry for it. The thought of any meat just seemed like too much. Plus Brett and Emily eat vegetarian at home now and they seem so healthy for it. And by day four I did feel a little better without it, a little more "pure" or something. (Placebo effect? Yeah, definitely possible.)
Going meatless hasn't been as hard as I would've thought either. Salads at lunch, with beans replacing the chicken. Yvonne has made dinners of tilapia, chowder, vegetarian chili. Last night at the diner I had eggs and pancakes. Still, tonight we're going out to dinner with Adam and Nell, and it's hard to imagine ordering the vegetarian plate, continuing to go out of my way to avoid meat. On the other hand, I'm curious how long I can keep this up before becoming miserable. Who knows, maybe there'll be a good-looking fish dish.