first attempt at quitting wrecked me. Three painfully meatless days finally ended with a cheeseburger, and truth be told, that cheeseburger was probably the best meal of my life. Again and again I tried to quit, but for several years breakfast meats in particular continued to get the best of me. Finally in early 1999 I kicked the habit for good, and just this past year I realized that my repeated failures were nothing more than the agony of withdrawal followed by the joy of relapse. And upon recognizing this classic cycle of addiction, I finally knew something for certain. Meat can be just as addictive as any other drug.

I imagine, however, that most readers remain unconvinced. After all, even the USDA recommends two to three servings of meat, poultry, or fish a day, and really, who's to argue with the federal government? The meat industry certainly doesn't. In fact, six of the eleven USDA nutritionists responsible for the famous Food Pyramid actually had documented ties to the meat and dairy industries. And besides, everyone knows that addictive drugs are pushed by poor, dark-skinned criminals and not the smiling, white face of

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