Monday, July 23, 2012

A Letter to My Dairy Allergy

Dear Dairy Allergy, 
Let me be clear: I hate you. I hate the way you make me forget about you until I eat indulge in a carton of Chobani blueberry nonfat Greek yogurt and end up with tummy troubles that have left me horizontal for the past 24 hours except for visits to the bathroom. I hate that your math makes this
equal this: 

I hate you because I have to forgo my yogurt and my beloved shredded cheddar and crumbled bleu cheeses. Let's not forget my husband's out-of-this-world mac and cheese.

This picture now makes me think: BLECH.

So long my attachment to my homemade lasagnas and my eggplant parmesan.

No more spontaneous after-dinner walks with my husband to Baskin Robbins for mint chocolate chip ice cream cones.
Dairy Allergy dear, I hate you because you've spent a long time making my life less than comfortable, going back to the childhood hives and the eczema that ran down my arms and legs.

I hate you because you now that I have found you out, you make me more accountable for my food choices, because you make me think before I eat, because you make me plan my meals and my treats. I hate you because you now are making me grow up.




  1. Isn't it weird how something that can make you so sick is something you *like*? (My daughter likes dairy, too, but we've known since her infancy that she has a horrible time with it!)


    1. Well, it took me years but I finally have made the link between the dairy and the upset tummy and the skin troubles. Still, I do love my bleu cheese crumbles!