About fifteen years ago, my then doctor had told me my bad cholesterol was creeping up toward medication time. I freaked out.
“No medications,” I squeaked. “I will control this with diet.” And I did.
Last year my new doctor said my cholesterol was inching toward medication. I knew I had fallen off the no cheese wagon. Every time I thought about cheese and its effect on me, I remembered Meg Ryan in the movie, French Kiss. Remember that scene on the train in France where she was talking about cheese and holding her stomach? I felt her pain and yet I’m not lactose intolerant. Obviously.
Anyway I had cut red meat from my diet years ago. I only eat lean meats, turkey, chicken, and fish. I’m also, by choice, gluten free. Soon there will be nothing I can eat. : ) I cut out cow’s milk and use almond milk. I cut out ice cream—I’ll eat sorbet if I want something cold. But I never could remove cheese from my diet. I love cheese!!!
So April came around, and I knew I’d have to get lab work drawn for my yearly physical. I did not buy cheese, or chocolate, and I cut out most sugars from my diet just in case they had buddied up with the cheese dudes. I mean it would be shameful to have high blood sugar and high cholesterol. There was no cheese in my house for ten days. No pizza! Can you believe that one?
If it didn’t grow on a bush or a tree it was not in my fridge. Later that month I turned up for my physical and the doctor gave me my report. Every lab test was fabulous. He looked me straight in the eye and said, “Your cholesterol is very good.”
I nodded. “That’s great.”
I was already imagining my dinner of gluten free pizza, and maybe a glass of pinot noir. I mean, a celebration was in order. I’d stop into Trader Joe’s on the way home. And for dessert I’d get the low sugar almond chocolate bar. Oh, and I might even pick up a wedge of Brie cheese. Well, I was having lady friends over for cocktails in a day or two. They’d love some cheese and crackers.
The doctor still held my gaze.
“Yeah, I’ve been working on it,” I muttered.
Well, I had been, for ten days. I visualized the creamy Brie and put a big red X across it. I put a cross through the chocolate bar too. The wine could stay. And I would celebrate with that small pizza, because after all it does have tomato slices on top. It will be hummus and crudités for the ladies and maybe an artichoke dip with pita chips. But that’s it. That doctor can see right through my sneaky ways.
Do you have a similar weakness for a certain food? How do you control that craving?