Day 9

I learned an interesting fact today. Vegans live 10 years longer than their meat eating friends. Well, that doesn't mean much to me, if I make it to 90 I'm not going to want to live to 100. God knows what the world will be like then and if I'll even be able to even wipe my own butt! But thanks for the fun fact.

Yesterday I nearly made a Taco Bell run. I slept in and had a normal lazy Sunday and didn't really eat that much, and fairly well at that. Then Dan tells me he is going to fill in for a friends volleyball team that is one man short. The second he's out the the door I start thinking (and my stomach starts yelling) "I should go get T-Bell. I want it soooo bad. No one would ever know!" It was like an after school say no to drugs commercial. Like there was an angel and devil on each shoulder coaxing me either way. Then it started getting weird, like high school weird. I started thinking "well what would I do with the wrapper so he doesn't see it? Will he smell it on my breath? What if he asks me what I want for dinner we he gets home? Should I lie and say I'm not hungry?" It was very reminiscent of high school when you knew your parents were going to check your breath when you got home. In the end I decided a life of secrecy wasn't for me and didn't go, but man was it close. Dan later came home with a beautiful bag of T-bell and that was when I called it a night and went to bed.