The other Monday night I beat a 25-year long enemy. We fought for years, and I designed my life around it. Choices were made, foods avoided, meals untried. Creamy food. Yup, that’s right. Creamy food was my mortal enemy: I’d have panic attacks, go home from work, gag at the smell of creamy food near me. My aversion to creamy food was tied to childhood trauma and I wasn’t interested in learning to like creamy food. It was easier to …