The fitness thing I pretty much have down. I love a good sweat. That really great feeling you get after ridiculous amounts of activity. It is the diet that I struggle with. I am such a weird person. I love, love, love, fruits and veggies. So much so that I have toyed with becoming a vegan....not just a vegetarian, but full on vegan.
On the flip side, I am from Texas and an occasional rare steak is a great treat (Laura, I am confident that you may have just thrown up a little just now....my apologies.)
But the meat thing is not really my problem. Nor is the junk thing. I love McDonald's. This we know, but I really can limit it and only indulge on occasion.
My problem is cheese.
I eliminated all dairy for this simple fact. Giving myself the exception of really special occasions (Pebble Beach Food and Wine Festival, Paris, etc).
But after Pebble Beach, I have been on the slippery cheese slope.
I feel like an adulterer.
Extreme and dramatic? Check. This is who I am at my very core.
But I do. I purchased a hunk of Gorgonzola today and felt a rush of blood due to the excitement of doing something wrong.
I used cream to make whip cream for strawberries today.
Oh, I am sliding. I have to get back on the program. Dairy makes such a HUGE difference in the way I feel and in the way my body holds on to fat that I don't want to eat it. But I do.
Cheese. You are so wrong, but you feel so right.