Yes, I Have A Love Affair With Milk

I keep drinking milk but I never end up looking like this.
I love milk. I L-O-V-E love it. It’s a love affair that has been going on my whole life. In fact, is not just love, it’s a craving. Oh, how I crave milk. When I was a kid, my mother would limit the amount of milk I had at the dinner table. I was allowed one glass until I finished my meal and only then I could have another. And this was the late 60′s – early 70′s when milk was considered God’s gift to the world of children’s beverages. But I drank that much milk. In fact, I would have rather filled up on milk then eat most of the food that was being passed before me.
When I became an adult, I discovered that I could drink milk whenever I wanted, with no limitations. And drink I did. I ordered milk with dinner at restaurants. I drank milk with my lunch. I ate cereal in the morning. And I drank milk in the evening, plain and chocolate. By the time I was 30, I was drinking half a gallon a day. No lie. (Trust me, I’m not Pat Robertson.)
Eventually all this bad press started appearing about milk. It was too full of fat. It was no good for adults. Cows were full of hormones. Milk was wasted calories. I could go on and on. I was crushed. But then 2%, 1%, and fat-free started to hit the markets. To be quite honest, original fat-free milk was disgusting. It even had a bluish hue to it. And I didn’t like 1% that much better. But I was able to switch to 2%. Still, everyone kept telling me milk was no good for me… (more…)
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