Dear Peanut Butter,
I know this may come as a surprise to you (since we've been together for so long), but I think it's time we break up. I promise, it's not you, it's me. I cannot control myself around you. You're just so addictive. Whenever I get a taste of you, I just want more. I'm nuts about you (#hadto).
It hasn't always been like this. I used to be able to practice moderation. But since going vegan, you have become the linchpin of my daily diet. Your irresistible combination of protein and healthy fat has become a cornerstone to my meat/dairy free life. And, I get it, I know you're good for me. I know fat and protein are essential, but I just can't stop at just one serving size. I think I'm addicted to you.
Now you know I'm not religious, but I thought Lent would be the perfect time to see how I do without you. To see how vegan life is without you in it. I just want to be on my own, and see who I am without you. I know you've never meant to trap me, but I feel like your constant presence is changing who I am. And I know I don't "technically" overindulge in you, I know your 14 servings last me 14 days, but who am I without you? That's what I need to find out.
So, Peanut Butter, it's really not you. I want some time on my own. To be me, without you. And who knows, maybe we'll find our way back to one another after the 40 days are up. Maybe we are truly meant to be and I will learn that I don't NEED you multiple times everyday. Maybe we'll evolve to a place where we can see each other once a week and keep it casual. But right now, I don't even want to be friends, I'm sorry.
I'll see you at the end of Lent,
P.S. Tell Almond Butter and Cashew Butter, I'm not seeing them anymore either.