If I were to have an honest conversation with myself, in a sense that there were no documentation on the dangers of fats, my body would tell me to loadem up. I love the dark meat of chicken and fatty cuts of meats esp. steaks. Nothing compares to the flavor and creaminess of butter. I have shared my bloodwork with you guys. You know how good my cholesterol and triglycerides are! To admit to loving fats, out loud, is like saying I sleep with 5 men daily. But in all honesty, I love fats. My mom used to fuss at me because of the butter and sour cream that I would add to foods. She should have fussed at me for eating the damn baked potato instead.

We crave foods for various reasons. I craved fats because I was not eating enough of it. I craved carbs because I was eating too many.

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