Sticking to my dietary guns is torture and goes against everything holy in my little world. Cheese, Cheese, Cheese! I want cheese. The pounds are coming off so slowly I can hardly stand it.
Though I’ve enjoyed the barest shavings of parmesean on a salad, I’ve been strong on my reduction regimen. In a few weeks I will have earned the right to endulge in a real way. Until then, I can only dream.