That's about all she lives on. Oh, I forgot cheerios and triscuits.
I tried to be a vegetarian when I was in my early 20s, 21 or so. My downfall was bacon. Bacon is like life itself, only it smells better.
Both of my roommates were vegetarians, and I did end up eating that diet quite a bit, unless I went out to eat. It wasn't that meat wasn't allowed in the house, I just preferred not to subject them to it. Except one Thanksgiving when I was hosting dinner for my mom, aunt, and dad's mother. I got up early, took the turkey out of the fridge, removed the neck and giblets, stuffed my hand into the cavity, and knocked on one of my roommate's door. She opened the door and I proceeded to dance the turkey around in front of her face. She screamed and slammed the door closed.
There are things I will not eat meat wise. I will not eat veal. I will not eat lobster because they mate for life. Same with duck and goose. I just can't bring myself to eat something that's in a bonded pair.
I do eat deer meat, and I've had buffalo. To my knowledge these animals are sort of loose in their sexual habits, so I don't feel as bad.
I've considered becoming a pescatarian but there's the whole bacon thing to consider. I don't even eat bacon that often, but the fact that it's there for me is somewhat comforting.
Have a great Thursday!