Wednesday, January 11, 2012

A very sad day....

This is a breakup that's been a long time coming.  We've had 30 great years together and it's been an unhealthy relationship for the majority of that time.  It's not your fault it's mine.  I neglected all the signs and refused to admit that I didn't feel right when we spent time together.  I was blinded by my love for you.

I am of course talking to cheese, the love of my life.  I love every kind of cheese, especially with wine.  I am the person who would eat mac n' cheese every day if I had the choice.  It's what I snack on when I get home, it's what I am drawn to first on a menu and I rarely make a dish that is not very cheese-tastic.  Once when I was on a business trip to Paris, I stayed in a hotel that had a 360 degree restaurant on the top floor that served over 400 types of cheese, it was the best night!

For the last couple years, I've had and inkling that I may be a tad lactose intolerant.  Meaning, I went to bed every night with a major cramping stomach ache, to the point where I was almost crying in pain.  Denial is a powerful weapon; I didn't care because I wasn't willing to give it up.  So finally, I decided for my New Years resolution to give up cheese for 30 days.  Then if it makes a difference, I'll reevaluate after 30 days and hopefully phase back in some cheese (goat, cottage etc....)

Day one I felt better, I mean way better. I made it 9 days with absolutely no cheese and I can't tell you what a difference it made.  I felt lighter, better skin etc... but I still didn't want to admit it.  So last night I made one of MFR's favorite dishes and found what I thought was a way to substitute cheese in the pasta.  But then I got to the turkey meatballs and realized I didn't have anything to substitute the parmesan and ricotta.  I figured, what the hell, it's a meatball for god sakes, that doesn't really count.  This would be my test.  I'll spare you the gory details, but let's just say I couldn't sleep I was in so much pain.  So yeah, cheese and I are breaking up!  Technically I am also "allergic" to hops and sulfites but you better believe I'd never give up beer or wine (what would I drink? Water? Please!) so this can be the one thing I do to listen my body and try to feel better.

I am not going to say that we won't have some awkward sex-with-the-ex one night stands when I get sad and hungry but overall it's time to quit you.  I have to grow up and actually take care of myself.  I may need to seek a support group for others who have had to give up their true loves.  

I'll miss you more then you know!



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