I am on a yoghurt detox right now. And I’m not going to lie, I’m not handling it well.
Admittedly, I probably do eat far too much yoghurt. It’s to the point that every time I have told any of my friends that I am not eating yoghurt at the moment I am met with total disbelief. I’m not going to go into specifics, but we are talking about kgs of yoghurt a week. I am not even exaggerating. Thanks to Cosco I can afford to (which probably goes to prove that just because you can, doesn’t mean you should). Nonetheless, I have been in denial that I really have needed to cut back for a while. However, after a few months of getting this regular discomfort, somebody suggested that I try giving up yoghurt.
It actually took me a few days to get to the point where I gave it up completely. And I think I went into slight withdrawal. But what else could I expect?
I have to be honest and say that physically, I feel much better. Mentally? Not so much. For me, asking me not to eat yoghurt is like asking you not to think about a pink elephant. Seriously, don’t think about the pink elephant.
What do you now want to think about?
No points for guessing what I’m thinking about.