It's nearly two weeks since I had any dairy - OK, slight cheat last Sunday, but it wasn't good for me - and my eczema has improved beyond all measure, which is a huge relief for cleavage watchers all over North London. Also, I've lost a little weight, my skin is better and I just feel new and improved all over. I'm even considering not having wheat, either.
But I have a dilemma. Two, actually. One is that I struggle with the idea of denying myself anything; it's just not good for me, you know. And the other is, I hate it when you go out to dinner and half the people don't eat wheat or dairy, or yeast or mushrooms or red food or fat or carbs. It just gets so tiresome - apart from requiring the cook for such a group to be an expert on venn diagrams - and it makes food seem like the precursor to a dangerous disease, rather than a sensual pleasure to be enjoyed.
Feel a little Monty Python saying this, but there's a third thing - there's no third thing - which is that I don't, deep-down, believe all that hippy-huggy-crystals crap, and food allergies and stuff like that feels like it's all part of the same dysfunctional alternative family.
So, health and wellbeing against food-style bacchannial pleasures. Which should I choose?
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