A Cheese Story That Seems A Tad Too Cheesy.
Regular readers of this blog will know that I LOVE — no, ADORE — cheese. I could live on cheese. I never tire of eating cheese. I ATE a LOT of cheese, each and every day.
But, for the last three weeks, since my dreaded annual physical (with my Indian doctor) I have laid off the cheese.
My physical, as ever, was a nightmare — more so this year since I had put on MORE weight since last year. My doctor gave me heck. I have to lose weight … ideally 20 pounds. That is not going to be easy. But, I am going to try. So, for a start I gave up cheese. In the last three weeks all I have had is ONE (1) thin slice of American white! That is it. Have NOT lost any weight, though. If anything I probably gained some.
So, this story was music to my eyes! But, I am not that gullible. There is method to my madness. I appreciate that cheese in moderation probably will do you no harm, but I am skeptical that large quantities of cheese will do you good. I could, however, be wrong. Alas, I can’t put this to the test. Too much to lose — so to speak. I can’t take any chances. I have to try and lose some weight.
But, I wanted to share this with you.