I gave up vegetarianism today after almost 10-years of not eating *any* meat, except for shellfish and fish.  No beef, chicken, pork, ostrich, yak, quail, squirrel, or even marmoset.  For a decade.

So, in a nutshell, you’ll probably ask: why?  (I know the step-kids are freaking-out — they’ve only known me as a veggie…)

The reason is two-fold.  One, I’m going on the Modified-Atkins-Diet (and, yes, I know I can do the diet as a veggie — the point is, I didn’t want to.  And Two, the list of things in my life that I don’t do is now longer than the list of things I do do.  And that, my friends and family, is bullshit.

Aristotle said it best: everything in moderation.  The key is not to go berserk over what you do, or what you choose to not do.  So, today, I started eating meat again.  (I have sausage for breakfast, fajita beef for lunch, and a steak for dinner.

Imagine – not eating a steak in 10 years and sitting down to a sirloin cooked with garlic, onions, and mushrooms. Recollecting the taste is making my mouth water now.