When I graduated from high school, I was not the valedictorian. Or the salutatorian. I alternatively referred to myself as the "alsoranatorian," or occasionally simply as the rastafarian.
this article for the Atlantic, Max Fisher makes a case for what he calls "semitarianism."
By deciding on specific times when you will and won't eat meat, you ensure that you are dedicating conscious thought into what you are putting in your body without setting unattainable goals. Success rates are much higher when a person actually believes that they can complete an objective.
Since we're between Lents, that easy excuse is out the window until next year. Why not follow the suggestion of Paul McCartney and join the Meatless Monday Movement? If skipping a hamburger on Mondays can help me kick as much ass as the 67-year old Sir Paul did last night on the Letterman Show, then count me in!