Like so many New Year’s Resolutions, this one has been broken.
I am no longer keeping my 2021 Milk Diary.
To be clear, I haven’t lost it. I know exactly where it is. I just lost track of all the milk I was consuming, so it’s no longer accurate, and I would never want to lie to myself or anyone else about dairy.
The reasons for this are both complex and simple. Here are a few:
Milk is in a lot of things.
By including milk chocolate early in the year, I set a high standard. A standard I failed to meet.
I got busy.
Turns out puppies and the NIT are both a lot of work. Mostly puppies. I don’t have to do much for the NIT. It can survive without me. The puppy? Not so much.
I’ve been consuming a lot of milk.
When the quantity is high, things slip through the cracks. A dash of cheese here. A larger snack of cheese there. A slice of cheese on a sandwich everywhere.
I’ve been consuming milk inconsistently.
I don’t have as concrete of a feeding routine as some of you do, so if I miss even a day or two of the milk diary, it isn’t as easy to remember it all as it would otherwise be.
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I’m sorry to fail the resolution, but I don’t think it’s the worst thing to have happened, and I don’t feel my relationship with milk has suffered as a result. Will I try again next year? It’s hard to say. Nine months is a long time. But rest assured, milk remains at the front of my heart. Or whatever part’s the most important. The aorta? Milk is in my aorta.
