I saw a sign at a local diner that said ‘The Mega-Melt Challenge: 5 lbs of Grilled Cheese.’ The impulsive part of my brain didn’t think about my lactose intolerance; it only thought about the free t-shirt. I failed at pound two. I didn’t get the shirt, but I did get a very intimate 48-hour relationship with my bathroom floor and a new found respect for sliced cheddar.
