Today will be remembered as the day I truly missed cheese. Starting the day off with a quick 5k treadmill run, a guzzled fiber drink, and another chocolate MRS, I scurried out the door with my commuter mug full of green tea. Weird thing was, I didn't seem to miss my morning pot of Joe. It seemed like my day whizzed by as I was constantly eating my prescribed portions every few hours. My chicken, green bean, and brown rice lunch would have been nicely enhanced with a few shreds of parmesan. My afternoon strawberries and peanut butter would have been so much better with a stick of string cheese. Even a short trip to the grocery store had me avoiding the cheese aisle, yet I had no problem gazing at the beer. Was I really addicted to cheese more than coffee or beer?
While I stuck to my guns and stayed away from cheese, even when choking down my third portion of chicken for the day, I couldn't help but think how eight more days were going to be survived without my beloved dairy. Luckily, I picked up some salt free spices to try out on tomorrow's journey. Will it really only be Day 3?
HH, Found a couple of your articles on homebrewing.com. A list of links to all your articles would be nice for your internet fans, we may have missed some. Keep up the great writing & hopefully resume blogging.
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