Isn't it amazing that something as simple and nuturing as a pint of milk can elicit guilt from me?
Sure my breakfast of sausage, egg and cheese on a poppy seed roll isn't the "healthiest" thing to consume, but it certainly is the most portable and convenient to eat at one's desk in a rush. But to drink a pint of milk with it... THAT is what made me feel guilty.
Two years of Atkins and being completely off drinking milk, has left me with a taboo feeling when I drink the occasional 8 oz, or in today's instance, a pint, of milk.
I'm of a primal mindset. If my body craves something, I'm assuming it knows better than my brain, what it needs. Vitamin A, D, calcium... the sense of well-being milk gives me... in a somewhat drowsy way.
I need sunshine!
