Say Cheese

Today on the news there was some story about people my age that ate meat and cheese having a higher incidence of cancer, but if you make it to 65 and still eat meat and cheese you have a lower chance of dying from cancer.  I think this is a chance I am just going to have to take.  I could go fairly long without meat, but once those researchers threw cheese into the study, well that’s a game changer for me.

Cheese is my favorite food.  I am not alone in my household in this.  Cheese is also Shay Shay’s favorite food.  We have a special cheese drawer in the fridge and if anyone cracks that thing open just a hair Shay will jump up from a deep sleep five rooms away and bound to the kitchen and sit awaiting a morsel of cheese.

I know that cheese is one of the most fattening things ounce for ounce we have in our house, but I would rather have a tiny bit of real parmesan than five cookies any day.  I’m sure if I removed the cheese drawer for a month I could reach my goal weight, but I can only imagine what life around me would be like.

We are about to go on spring break and I am going to two places that also consider cheese to be national treasurers.  I have been doing my best to exercise every waking minute in preparation for the cheese I surly am going to eat on vacation.  I am worried that it will be hard to get my 20,000 steps in that my body has become accustomed to walking everyday.  Add the extra cheese to perhaps walking less and this vacation could have a negative effect on the scale.

It is a chance I am willing to take.  What would the use of traveling to fabulous countries be if you don’t at least taste what they do best?  It is only one week.

So to the lands of great cheeses we go without guilt.  The only sad thing is that Shay Shay will be staying home and will certainly eating less cheese with her sitter.  I guess I know what I should bring her as a treat.