There are 31 days in January.

Veganuary, a month with no refined sugar, alcohol or meat of any kind, feels a lot longer.

In these final hours, I’m taking orders. Food orders. Drink orders. What should I eat and what should I drink when all the edibles and beverages I have denied myself are back on the table?

The arrival of February brings more than the opportunity to fall off the wagon and into a vat of beef, bourbon and brownies. I will reflect on what I’ve learned during the month of Veganuary and report back to you. What did I miss the most? What does my body tell me? What does my soul have to say?

Meanwhile, I’m looking forward to breaking the fast.