I have lived in the Dairy State before. 3 years in Janesville, Wisconsin. The land where grocery stores had long, magical aisles of every kind of frozen treat one could imagine. There was no doubt I was in the Dairy State.
Well, now I am in a different kind of dairy state-a dairy state of mind. After a particularly low point Saturday night (you know, ladies, the kind where you sulk in your bed and ask your husband how you got so fat and he sits there not knowing what to say except that he loves you the way you are), I am taking my husband’s advice, and I am going dairy-free for the week. I will leave the scientific, Ph.D. explanation up to him, but after his explanation, I think it will be good for me. I’ll still be exercising as well, of course.
I think I can do it. I’m a first-born, type-A, rule kind of girl. I can do anything for a week. Well, maybe not anything, but if skipping some Colby jack cheese
whipped cream cheese, pizza, ice cream, Cheez-its, yogurt, milk in my tea, feta on my tomato will help detox my body, I can do it for a week. And maybe more. Who knows, maybe I’m gonna feel fantastic after this 7 days.
Ok, let’s not get too carried away. I’m 1 1/2 days in and taking one day at a time!
So Sunday morning if I don’t have my face buried in a bowl of Triple Brownie ice cream (which I would never do anyway, right?), I will give you an update.
Now back to those magical Wisconsin dairy aisles . . .