My Love Affair with Cheese

So I've been running/working out for about 1 month now. Not a lot of time, I know, but enough time, you'd think, to see some "results".

Now, one could argue that I AM seeing results. After all, I can run a lot further now than when I started. Which is great.

But I'm wondering, what about the mushy middle stuff? What about shedding a couple o' pounds? I'm not greedy, I'm not looking for a drastic weight loss or anything. I'm only looking to lose about 5 pounds, but the scale has stubbornly remained unchanged.

I am forced to concede that it might, just might, be the cheese. Cheese and I go way way back together. Cheese is always there for me, and knows how much I love it. I see cheese way too often and I know it's not good for me to spend so much time with cheese. One might say I'm addicted to cheese.

Cheese goes by a lot of different names, but cheese doesn't fool me. I love cheese pretty much no matter what cheese chooses to call itself: Brie, Camembert, Monterey Jack, Cheddar, Feta, Havarti, Gouda, Bleu, Gorgonzola, Parmesan, Edam, Swiss... just to name just a few. And cheese usually brings a friend, Chips.

Ask me what I'll never give up. I think you already know.