Day 22. Last night, I was really bad. Really, really bad. As in going-to-vegan-hell bad. And my body is hating me for it today.
I sabotaged myself from the start. I wanted pizza. So we went to a local pizza place and got a pesto-feta-jalapeno pie. One of my favs. And it was trivia night. So we played and drank two pitchers of beer. Afterwards, for some unknown reason, I decision that I wanted McDonald's. (Why?! WHY?!) I got a Quarter Pounder with Cheese and fries. Ugh. Not only am I a terrible vegan, but apparently also a huge fat ass.
I woke up this morning with the worst stomach ache. My body is in revolt. At this point, I give you complete latitude to judge me.
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