Tuesday, January 17, 2006
To brie or not to brie
Like a riding segway, this posting is a lazy girls way of expressing her deepest guilts: dairy and too much fun out. Is a dairy hangover better or worse than the hangover from a long night out? Brie taunts me like an unavailable man calling me trouble. They only say you’re trouble to make you prove yourself. The brie and the man sit off to the side, daring me to have a cracker. Of course I know I can’t eat it, but why shouldn’t I? Just a taste, right? Is that enough? What do you do when, say you can’t control yourself after that first, smooth bite?
I look at the tray, knowing it is a mistake, that my stomach will hate me tomorrow, even the next day probably. I can even sense myself battling, the Clash circling my head—Should I eat? When all is said and eaten, of course I end up standing next to the plate, enjoying every last bite of brie. Trying to stop myself only makes makes me eat more in the end.
The difference? Dairy and that unavailable man? I looked myself in the mirror, bloating and all after my brie-ndulgence and liked the person looking back at me. This morning that was not the case. Hummus can’t help me now.
Isn’t amazing how things that are bad for us draw us in? I find myself drawn to the brie because I like that I can’t control myself and that I will have too much and that it will hurt me in the end. I find myself like a moth, drawn in and unable to resist. What ever happened to the sanctity of soy? I must begin a non-dairy lifestyle. Dairy free may not be exactly what I want, but in the interest of self preservation, I will swear off all dairy.
Except cottage cheese. And yogurt. And maybe a little parmesan...
I look at the tray, knowing it is a mistake, that my stomach will hate me tomorrow, even the next day probably. I can even sense myself battling, the Clash circling my head—Should I eat? When all is said and eaten, of course I end up standing next to the plate, enjoying every last bite of brie. Trying to stop myself only makes makes me eat more in the end.
The difference? Dairy and that unavailable man? I looked myself in the mirror, bloating and all after my brie-ndulgence and liked the person looking back at me. This morning that was not the case. Hummus can’t help me now.
Isn’t amazing how things that are bad for us draw us in? I find myself drawn to the brie because I like that I can’t control myself and that I will have too much and that it will hurt me in the end. I find myself like a moth, drawn in and unable to resist. What ever happened to the sanctity of soy? I must begin a non-dairy lifestyle. Dairy free may not be exactly what I want, but in the interest of self preservation, I will swear off all dairy.
Except cottage cheese. And yogurt. And maybe a little parmesan...
