I love cheesecake.
Or at least I used to.
In the last six or so years just thinking about eating cheesecake makes my stomach hurt.
I am pretty lactose intolerant, and cheesecake, tasty as it may be......isn't quite worth the hours of stomach cramping that will ensue.

I used to eat it anyways. Popping a lactaid ( knowing that it would only postpone the inevitable), I'd scarf down a thick slice of rasberry truffle cheesecake from the Cheesecake Factory wincing only at the price....and then spend the rest of the evening curled up in a ball on the bathroom floor. I'm not sure if the part of my brain that connects actions to consequences just finally started working or what, but eventually the after effects hurt bad enough that cheesecake isn't really appealing to me anymore.

Lots of things in my life are like cheesecake.
like alcohol.
or toxic relationships.
or saying that really clever, but hurtful thing.
or red meat.
or buying that new outfit I don't really need.
It seems to take me much longer than it should to realize that the hurt isn't worth the moments of sweetness.