Reactions to our food experiment

Phil's dad: What will we have for dinner on Sunday? A whole month of Sundays and just vegetables?

Phil's mum: One of Sharon's friends has a vegetarian girl staying at her house and she thinks that it's going to cost her a whole lot more at the supermarket now. So it will probably be very expensive.

Phil's brother: You know you probably won't lose any weight, in fact, you will probably just put on weight because you'll eat heaps of cheese.

My friend Traci's mum: If you can give up meat for a month then I can give up wine gums for a month.

Alana: Why?

Jarrod: That's really good. I used to be a vegetarian because I thought it was immoral to eat meat. But then I decided to just be immoral and eat meat.

Alex: You know you're not going to want to eat meat after this.

Baby Lily: I prefer breast milk. Jarrod: I prefer a flan.

Throwing down the gauntlet

Today in the kitchen at work I had a chat to a colleague, Alex, who I am hoping will let me interview him for this blog. He was at one point a vegetarian because his girlfriend was one too. I think it was a somewhat reluctant choice because every so often he would sneak off for a steak or something. Bad vege.

Anyway, when I told him about my plan to go vego for a month, he told me that if I make it without cheating, it would be very unlikely for me to go back, and that from hence-forth I would find meat 'yuck'.

Even though it's pretty hard for me to imagine myself really repulsed by meat, it has made me a bit scared. How would I manage eating out? Would my parents still talk to me? The latter might seem like a bit of an exaggeration, but wait until you hear a bit about my background.