I have a problem. It started years ago and I've always just made a joke about it...but I'm addicted. I'm ready to admit that now. I'm addicted to cheese and I don't know what to do. It started off so innocently. Wine and cheese parties with the girls...but lately I've been using alone. I try to cover it up and say the spread of baked brie with fig jam and crackers is for the Mr. and me...but it's not. I eat the whole thing. I don't want to do it...because it's bad for me. I know how much fat is in there. My muffin top tells me. It pleads with me to stop, but I don't listen. I inhale plates of nachos. I firmly believe grilled cheese sandwiches are a nice snack before dinner. I would swim in it if I could. Just open my mouth and drown in the food I love the most. I don't care "Chedda make the Mrs. feel betta"