I am so tired of diet advice…what’s good, what’s not good. Stay away from this, give up that.
Let me tell you something right now…
LIFE’S SHORT BABY…so I say, have that steak and second scotch. Not every night…but abstinence isn’t what it’s all cracked up to be.
George Washington never worried about cholesterol and he lived close to seven decades eating mutton no less…and that was a long life in those days.
Remember that pursuit of happiness suggestion in the Declaration of Independence? Thomas Jefferson didn’t write…but as you’re pursuing, watch those carbs.
One should not live like a monk. Monks shouldn’t live like monks, and whatever you do, don’t give up dairy.
I know, I know…what if you have food allergies or high blood pressure?
I’m not suggesting you eat cheese from morning till night…but for God’s sake, have that milk, 2% or otherwise, in your coffee or tea. I’ll bet Jesus drank milk all the time, if nothing more than for energy since he walked so much.
As far as it clogging your arteries, believe me, that’s not what’s doing it.
Envy, discontent…overall stress, they’re your culprits more than an occasional scoop of Ben & Jerry’s.
If I drop dead from a heart attack it won’t be because of mozzarella, it’ll be from obsessing over the future.
Someone I know who, out of the goodness of my heart will remain nameless, took it upon herself to give me a cyber lecture on the perils of dairy…milk in particular.
First of all, I like milk…been drinking it since I was a wee lass in Connecticut. I drank so much Bordens back then, Elsie could have been my mom…and a good one at that. I could just see me playing in the pasture with the other calves.
The funny part is, I only have it in my morning coffee…light…no sugar.
And no, I don’t drink skim since it tastes like water with a slight kick. I don’t know about you, but I need more than that when I get up.
To be a wise ass, I wrote back to my friend…if I can’t have milk in the morning…what do you suggest? Chocolate, a little cocaine…
Haven’t heard back. Knowing her she’s doing research so she can deliver an accurate scientific response.
What does one say to someone like this really?
Well five actually:
Lighten the fuck up Cupcake.
She’ll undoubtedly write back…cupcakes..too much sugar.
What else should we give up?
We should all die laughing, if we’re so lucky 🙂