“Cheese (not) on Bread!”
I love cheese. I like tasting the samples at the supermarket. I like melting cheese on bread in the oven. I like eating cheese on crackers. I like cheddar cheese from England or Ireland. Dang it, I like cheese!
I have to give it up.
I’m committed to breastfeeding and it appears that Baby E gets tummy trouble when I eat dairy products and eggs. He doesn’t sleep well when his tummy hurts. Lawd knows his mama has a hard time seeing him stretch and squirm and arch his back with the most uncomfortable expression on his face.
Just a glance at that little face should be enough to quell any temptation to indulge. Unfortunately, you never seem to want something more than when you’re actively trying to avoid it.
So goodbye bagels and cream cheese; goodbye cheesecake (true heartbreaker); goodbye pizza; goodbye shirred eggs; goodbye peach milkshake from Chik Fil-A.
Vicarious living here I come.