When I looked in the refrigerator this afternoon, I saw several pieces of chicken. My oldest son barbecued chicken on the grill last night. I was a little hungry, so I grabbed a piece. I had almost put the chicken in my mouth when I realized I was trying not to eat meat. To be clear, I stopped eating pork, beef, and fish, but I am still holding on to chicken.

My family knows that I love chicken. I love fried, baked, and pan-seared. So, it’s no surprise to anyone that I am struggling to give it up. A part of me wished I hadn’t remembered because I was hungry and the chicken looked so good!

Besides loving the taste of chicken, I am not too sure what’s holding me back from giving it up. The taste perhaps. Maybe that’s it. I love the taste.

There I was a little later that evening, looking in the same refrigerator.  What did I see? Chicken! I didn’t expect the chicken to still be there. I thought about it. Then I said to myself, WTH, grabbed a piece and ran to my room. Oh well, I thought, I’ll try again tomorrow.