Just five days left, and then I will have proven to myself that I can, in fact, go a month without consuming any cheese. Over time, it's gotten easier instead of harder, but I suppose that happens when one quits any sort of vice.
I know it sounds funny to refer to cheese as a vice, because I wouldn't dare to compare my giving up cheese with, say, someone kicking a meth habit. My giving up cheese for a month is as first-world a sacrifice as any. But imagine becoming so used to having cheese on a sandwich that you can't fathom having it without. That's what I'm talking about, kids.
My first day back on the cheese already has a plan: A co-worker suggested we go to Frank Pepe's for pizza.
Wouldn't it be funny if I lost my taste for it?
Who am I kidding? I didn't lose the taste for it. But I will be eating it more sparingly, and hopefully, long-term, my cholesterol levels and general health will thank me.
1 comments:
As somebody who has managed to go vegan a few years ago, let me tell you that first bite of cheese is the devil. The gooey, melt-y devil that will make you wonder why you ever gave it up.
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