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Dairy is not my friend. But
When I go through period of being "good", like avoiding dairy for example, I feel awesome. My skin looks great. Life is good. Yet time and time again, I return to the cheese. Or the chocolate.
Or the general life things that have made me sick or break out or feel bad or feel bad about myself.
I haven't come up with a perfect solution to stay on track, other than some sort of shock collar. Although in reflecting on myself in the last year, I suppose I'm making progress. I haven't purchased milk in ages, though I do sneak a string cheese or skinny latte a couple times a week. I haven't hit a drive thru in forever, but that doesn't mean I'll turn my nose up at a cheeseburger if it happens to be in front of my face.
Better than before.
Still a work in progress.