It started with JUST one ice cream cone, because it's summer, and I'd just indulge in ONE ice cream cone.
And then I figured, since I'd already done the damage, I may as well have some cheese. And then I'd go back to normal tomorrow.
Tomorrow never really comes, and just one more day has become one of my favorite sayings.
But milk gives me migraines, it makes me tired as heck, it makes me ADD as heck, and it even makes me depressed. It probably strange that milk can do all that damage if milk is cool with you, but it does.
You'd think with all that damage, it'd be easy to give up milk.
Nope. When I get tired and depressed, I want to eat. And of course I want to eat comfort foods. And every goshdarned comfort food in the history of mankind has milk in it. It's crazy.
Which leaves me to today. Do I throw away perfectly good cheese, perfectly good ice cream?
I have to. I hate wasting stuff, but I have to. I'm getting nothing done and I feel like I'm swimming in TV fuzz and going in slow motion.
Why do cheese and ice cream have to be so yummy? I think they're my favorite foods in the whole world.
You know, if I ate all the milk in the house today, I'd make myself so sick that I won't want to touch it for long enough to get unaddicted to it.
But then I wouldn't get anything done today, because I'd be sick.
This probably sounds ridiculous to you. Well, I had an ice cream cone last night. I can't come up with any other thoughts!