I heard you just went vegan, and I did a little happy-dance/booty-shake, because I DID TOO! But I’m not gonna lie. I started out strong—I had already given up most dairy long before my vegan challenge—but the last few days have become HARD. Like, trying-not-to-stab-myself-when-I-smell-eggs hard. Or, if-I-eat-any-more-hummus-I might-freak hard. The-Ren-&-Stimpy–Space-Madness-episode kind of hard. Jennifer, half the friends that joined me in my month-long vegan challenge have fallen off the wagon screaming, and so has my husband, who’s been cooking eggs under my nose everyday since, taunting me with their creamy, yellow, buttery goodness. Though I haven’t had any transgressions since day 4, when a trace of cheese somehow jumped over my lips and onto my tongue, I’m starting to feel like I’m doing this wrong. I’m eating to fullness and trying to take supplements (let’s be honest, I don’t always remember to take them) but I haven’t always had the time to cook something new and exciting, and it’s making me super cranky. Plus, I roasted cauliflower on Monday to eat with noodles, and I swear it’s multiplying in my fridge. I’ve been eating it everyday and…it won’t go away. You can see that my food palette has been limited.