Once upon a time, I wouldn’t have imagined NOT eating bacon. I lived for bacon. One of my favorite parts of going on a cruise was knowing I could have bacon – that I didn’t have to cook – every morning if I so choose. On Mother’s Day, my birthday or any other day I could talk him into it – I would request that my husband make me breakfast in bed, with bacon. It almost didn’t matter what else was on the plate, as long as there was bacon. The strange thing for me is – on this journey to a vegan diet, bacon was one of the easiest things for me to give up. In fact, the day I proclaimed I was never eating meat again, was never planned and was completely spontaneous. Had I thought about it ahead of time, I probably would have scheduled in a full on bacon day – just to stuff myself to the point of never wanting to look at it again. But – the world works in mysterious ways, and that day, as I sat on the couch feeling stuffed after eating a greasy chicken sandwich from the MoJo Grill, and watching Vegucated…I just said – that’s it. I am done with meat. Bacon included. (And my body thanks me for avoiding that bacon day).