Friday, August 01, 2008
When I tell my kids the story of when I was chased by cows they laugh. I was young and silly enough to pick apples in their field when some cows came near to my bag to have some too. I started to walk fast, they walked faster, then I ran. Yeah. So did they. SO I ran into a rocky wooded area escaping trampling. Not because I was chased, but I have not eaten beef since March when I read "Skinny Bitch" on my return flight from Italy. To my surprise I don't miss it or chicken, or pork. Skinny was the appealing goal yet I am feeling more healthy as a result.