Mid-day on Day 2

I had a brief "going vegan" scare today, thinking that, somehow, it altered my olfactory glands or perhaps even my own natural scent (no more meat sweats), as I had been noticing an unpleasant odor that I could not find the origin of. Fortunately, after an hour of searching for the source, I discovered a big wad of dog crap on my shoe, thus putting to rest any idea of vegan genetic alteration. (Plus, I think it will be an advantage for me. The constant whiff of dog poo is a surprisingly good appetite suppressant.)

Going on hour 36 (yes, sleeping hours count) of Vegan Quest, I can say, I feel no worse for the wear. Despite depraving myself of anything that once mooed, bahhed or shat, I am still of sound mind and body.

Unlike Matt, who has the temptations of mouthwatering giant burgers and scrumptious cafeteria food surrounding him at work, I feel pretty safe in my office. I have surrounded myself at my desk with vegan-friendly foods. On my shelf behind my desk, I have piled up Nature Valley Maple Brown Sugar granola bars, next to them is a box of Organic Creamy Leek Soup. Atop those items, I have some Soup at Hand Campbell's Tomato Soup and cans of V8. And the fridge is stocked with more PB&J Crustables. A Barricade of Veganess, if you will.

So far today, I've had a glass of OJ and a everything bagel with peanut butter from Panera. I'm currently satisfied and think I can go, at least, another two to three hours before I need to eat again.

And if cravings kick in, I can always sniff my shoe.