the idiot's guide said it's better to go gradually, over a course of 12 weeks,

so i'm figuring i have plenty of time, and by the time school starts i should be full-fledged already.

im thinking 1-2 days a week first, then adding the number of days, should be a better approach,

because i dont think anyone systematically selects the kinds of meat to eat anyway. so odd.

so today is not a veggie day, but can be considered a pescatarian day anyway [though i didn't intentionally avoid meat]. i had milk, eggs, and some kind of small fish, so it's hardly vegetarian to me [to me you're either the full thing, or just eat meat man, dude]

in the book there's this whole table with like varying degrees of it;

there's this bloody extremeist called breatharian who only eat air; i dont think there are many of them left, really. and there's the occasional vegetarian, called semi vegetarian [you just eat less meat, so why call yourself that, poser. duh.]

and gui ming wayne is pescatarian, which means he eats fish and drinks milk and eats dairy products.

if i could sustain without eating vegetables i'd do it really, because i have as much feeling towards plants as animals, if you talk about helpless animals being reared for poultry to be served on our dinner tables. aren't fish and vegetables the same? if you talk to them, play them music, plants will grow and blossom at a faster rate. they're living, 'breathing' things too, just like me and you; just because they're green, can photosynthesize, can't make any discernable noise, or any facial expressions, doesn't mean they don't have a meaningful presence and have the right to life.

i always wished i could photosynthesize.

damn.

so i'll try it one step at a time.

i'm doing it for different reasons,

but i hope my determination will pull me through.

i do have what it takes to make a lifestyle change like this.

of all things, rational, irrational, feeling, emotions aside,

a simple change like a diet change should be something within my control.

some times you don't know what else you can control anymore.

like the sand that slips through your fingers,

like the words that you swallowed back into your mouth,

like the letter you wrote that you crumpled and threw away,

these things at least,

i know i can control.

okay fish for dinner :) i'm quite excited.