I knew that would get the attention of ye old meat-lovers. Don't get me wrong, I love meat just as much as the next guy. But here is the thing. Last night I was trying on a new pair of jeans before we went out to dinner. This was a big night out because, well frankly, any night out is a big night out. Back to the jeans- these were my normal size from my favorite brand (neither detail will I divulge because you will know far too much about me by then) and brand spanking new, never been worn, tags still fresh. So I shimmy them on, one leg at a time careful inching the fabric up up up. Hmmm, I thought, they did seem snug but hey, they are new so I'll just keep on shimmying. I did my normal hip-hip-up move with a few quick squats and *SNAP*. Those silly silly tight tight jeans busted right below the pocket. Otherwise known as the behind.
Later at dinner in my more broken-in pair of skinny jeans, Denver suggests that I go vegan for 14 days. He went vegan for a week and lost 5 pounds. He thinks if I go vegan for two weeks I'll lose 7 pounds. And if I don't, he'll buy me a new pair of jeans. Deal. Wait, are cupcakes vegan?
So here I am, day one. I've had a banana smoothie, a tasteless bean burrito, a Mix 1 protein drink and a few almonds. I feel pretty good. I might pass out, but I feel pretty good.
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