So I finally had to crack, given that I was craving animal protein more than I had ever craved icecream. Or chocolate. Or even sex. And that is saying a lot.
Push came to shove when the niece returned home from a jaunt down Linking Road when a bucket full of fingerlickin good KFC, and the brain went into justification mode. Was I happy depriving myself of animal content in the diet? No. I was miserable. Was I feeling lighter, healthier, slimmer? No. Honestly, as much as I was trying to delude myself into staying put on the straight and narrow, I wasnt feeling any difference, just an increasing sense of sullen anger at sitting on the sidelines while the rest of the clan whooped it up with chicken tandoori and the likes, with me chewing on my paneer in teeth gnashing rage. I am not cut out for deprivation, I console myself. I also think the timing was bad. I can only cut out one thing at a time in my life, and by virtue of financial crunch shopping is already cut off and binned, and binning animal protein at the same time was classic bad timing. I need to ease myself slowly into things. Imagine not buying myself a single new thing over a period of two months, and not even having the consolation of being able to sink my teeth into some stomach filling hunger pang satisfying food. Naturally, I was Miss Grouch personified the past couple of months.
See you later folks, I have two months of deprivation I need to catch up with.
And for all of ye who are vegetarians, my deepest, bowing admiration. How do you folks do it? I caved in so quickly. Of course, I also have no resolve. But thats another post altogether.