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My cheese addiction has reached terminal velocity. I must break free. It sounds as though I am kidding about this but I am not. I have weaned myself from the hard stuff (aged parmesan) but only by substituting Asiago and Manchego in large quantities. Also Asian Trail Mix, which is not cheese but which I keep snarfing in great handfuls and which is both fattening and bloating.
Seriously. Cheese addiction. I have had this before for years at a time but I did manage to break free. One day I just left off. But now -- now. Well, I have been trying and failing. I wake up and the first thing I want is a piece of cheese. I want it for lunch, I want it for snack. I want it when I am just running out and I must have it when I come back. I need it if I"m about to make dinner or have just finished dinner and am launching a big cleanup. I need a tiny piece before bed. I want it all day long and when I deprive myself of it for hours at a time, my ache is so precise that my mouth waters like a dog's.
Like Pavlov's dogs, I mean.
Like I said, it sounds like a joke. It is kind of funny. Except that I am not joking.
MUST BREAK FREE.
Plus, it's making me fat. Why can't I be addicted to running or shred my food out of nervousness like a supermodel? Is that so much to ask, really?
Seriously. Cheese addiction. I have had this before for years at a time but I did manage to break free. One day I just left off. But now -- now. Well, I have been trying and failing. I wake up and the first thing I want is a piece of cheese. I want it for lunch, I want it for snack. I want it when I am just running out and I must have it when I come back. I need it if I"m about to make dinner or have just finished dinner and am launching a big cleanup. I need a tiny piece before bed. I want it all day long and when I deprive myself of it for hours at a time, my ache is so precise that my mouth waters like a dog's.
Like Pavlov's dogs, I mean.
Like I said, it sounds like a joke. It is kind of funny. Except that I am not joking.
MUST BREAK FREE.
Plus, it's making me fat. Why can't I be addicted to running or shred my food out of nervousness like a supermodel? Is that so much to ask, really?