If you and I were to sit down together and have some coffee, I’d probably (begrudgingly) order a green tea instead of coffee. I’m trying to limit myself to one giant cup of coffee a day—and I already filled my quota for today before the sun was even up. I hear green tea is good for you. Antioxidants and all of that.
You’d then ask if we should split one of those huge frosted heart-shaped sugar cookies, and I’d sheepishly tell you I’d love to, but I can’t because I’m not eating dairy and those cookies look hella buttery. You should treat yo’ self, though. It is a holiday, after all.
As much as I love cheese and butter and heavy cream, my body just…doesn’t. So a few weeks back, I tried going cold turkey off the stuff to see what happened, let me tell you, I feel 1000% better. I feel like I’m 21 again (minus the unfortunate thick black eyeliner and body jewels). I still believe the motto “everything in moderation” when it comes to food, with one important amendment: IF YOUR BODY CAN HANDLE IT. And based on how much better my body feels not eating three pounds of cheese each week? It couldn’t handle it.
And then you laugh and say, “Um, you consider three pounds of cheese moderation?” I shrug, because, um, yes. Four pounds would be excessive. And then I quickly change the subject because things just got weird. Tell me about how your kids are doing.