I am a sad girl today.
We went out for Mexican food the other evening. Chips, salsa, fajitas, and queso…it doesn’t get much better than that.
Well, actually it could. About 30 minutes after eating, I started feeling unwell. In fact, I felt unwell until the next day.
Reflecting back on the experience, I remembered my doctor discovering, as he called it, that I have a “squidgy” gallbladder. When we found this three and a half years ago, he said that too much cheese and other things might eventually give me problems.
I think that time has come. And I’m not prepared.
I love cheese. Essentially, I believe there are two main food groups: cheese and carbs. I love them both. They are a significant reason why I spend so much time in the gym.
But friends, I have to be honest. I don’t like feeling ill right after enjoying a nice dinner out. I think I’m going to have to cut out the queso and ask the kitchen to go light on the cheese from here on.
I was moaning about this realization to Kelly this morning. I told him that if God truly loved me, he wouldn’t take away the wonderful queso.
Kelly said:
I found out in high school that I was lactose sensative. I have to go easy on ice cream, milk, cheese, etc or my life is MISERABLE! I hate always taking pills so I manage without the lactose pills. Oh and I have tried soy milk and my stomach doesn’t agree with it.