It calls my name, cheese does. I love it. I have a hard time resisting it’s smooth, creamy, nippy, melty goodness. In fact, I can’t think of a single food that is not improved by the addition of cheese.
And, you know, it’s that time of year again, when my Hubster leaves his family so he can go and work 12 hours a day shoveling snow and building fences and generally exhausting himself for free as a volunteer courseworker at the Lake Louise Winterstart World Cup race.
And – knowing he’d be away – I bought me some o’ this!
Cranberry Blue Cheese.
Mind you, I only bought a wee little package of it…nothing so magnificent as this gigantic ball.
But you wanna know what? Small victory: I only ate about half, which would be about 1.5 oz. Now that does translate to about 5 Weight Watchers points (not including crackers), but the thing is I would at one time have eaten the whole kit and kaboodle. This time? Meh. Not so much.
It’s not that it wasn’t splendidly delicious. It was. It’s just…I ate it slowly…with a break in between bites. And after a few minutes, I was satisfied. So I put it away.
That is. So. Not. Me. I am the gorger; the one who keeps eating Salt & Vinegar chips after my tongue is bleeding (or feels like it is). The one who keeps eating cheese fondue even though my upper lip is sweating and I’m short of breath from my distended stomach pressing up on my diaphragm. In fact, I used to say (before binging alone actually became a real eating disorder) that I had half an eating disorder…I could binge, but I never purged.
So this…this is progress folks!