Cheese!!!

I bought cheese today. I haven't bought cheese in ages, mostly because I'm always freaking out about fitting into my jeans, but then I looked in the mirror, noticed that I did look rather skinny like my aunt pointed out (she thought I wasn't eating right, confusing me, again, with my cousin), so I evaluated how much fat I was getting in my diet and the verdict is not much. I wasn't even trying. And since I do walk around a lot now, this could fall into the realm of not good, so I decided to indulge and buy cheese. Yes, I realize that other people would have bought ice cream or cake or something, but I don't sweets and I looove cheese, especially the really hard, sharp kind like this Gruyère, which I had to force myself to stop eating. It's sooo good. I think I'll start eating cheese every day again like I did when I was little. My mom always stocked at least five different kinds of cheese at once.

As usual, the kitchen smells funky. I'd never encountered a kitchen that didn't smell at least partly good before.

I'm 468 words into the essay. This one looks like fun, actually. If only I could concentrate and stop going on tangents and stop watching a House episode at every break.