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Why, or why, must cheese lure me in like a sailor, crashing against the rocks to the Siren’s song?
I have been trying to lose weight for a little over a year, and while I have lost 50+ pounds, slimmed up quite a bit, lost several pants sizes, toned up, and drastically changed my eating habits… I CAN’T GIVE UP CHEESE! It’s like a lovely dairy infused drug, and no matter how many times I say to myself, “this is horrible for me,” I can’t stop eating it!
Yes, this is the entire point of the post… my cheese addiction. I love it sliced… melted… cold… room temperature… as a sauce… as a side… fried… as a main course, I don’t care, I just love cheese. Cheddar, Mozzarella, Jack, American, Bleu, Provolone, Parmesan… it doesn’t really matter, if it’s classified as cheese, I want to consume it.
Except cheese in a can, that stuff is just nasty. You can keep that.
So, yes, I am a man on a diet who can’t give up his life-long cheese “problem”, but don’t they say that’s the first step? Admitting you have the problem? Is there such a thing as a “cheese intervention”?