After the first few days of my experiment, I came to a realization:
I don't really eat meat.
I thought I would be standing in front of the glass doors of the sandwich wraps in LaFollette, drooling over the chicken bacon wrap...but it still hasn't happened.
Even when my boyfriend came to visit and suggested Jimmy John's for dinner, I just ate a bag of chips. It's more difficult when I go home, because my mother is probably the best cook this side of the Mississippi (then again, I'm biased). She's known to stuff bacon or chicken into anything. I'll be sure to give an update when I go home this weekend.
Overall, I haven't had any trouble. I've been eating a lot of pasta and Cheese-Its, so I really can't complain.
This all might change on Valentine's Day when my boyfriend is taking me to a ten course dinner.
(insert dramatic dun dun duuunnn)
TO BE CONTINUED
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