Date: 09/24/07
Time: 3:06 pm
Posted to: OH my achin' waist - This Consumer is Reporting - To Your Health - dairy-free - moan n' groan - the blonde

And speaking of rivalry, how about my gut versus milk. Yep, you read that one correct. I hate dairy. I’m a firm believer that it truly rots your gut & there’s a huge conspiracy going on with the dairy farmers to keep us in the dark. So while pregnant with Starlet, my sweet old-fashioned OB feared me into drinking tons of it. Daily. You know… “Just to ensure Starlet’s bones would form properly” & all the other lies they feed. So I chugged that white poison non-stop. Anything to keep my baby “healthy”, right? Lo & behold, guess what sweet angel was born with & still has severe reactions to any & all forms of dairy? So no more dairy for us.

Until last Monday when me & my bloated pregnant self was standing in front of the fridge trying to soothe my wandering food lust. The only thing that looked appealling was Hubz 2% dairy milk. Gross, right? But chug it I did. I finished almost half of his 1/2 gallon!! BARF!! At first, just a sip. But I just couldn’t stop. It was so creamy & thick. I. couldn’t. control. myself. What the heck? Hello? Willpower? Wherefore the freak art thou??? Conviction? Need to get more convicted on my convictions. And I even justified it while I was doing it. “Surely this won’t be that bad. I occasionally have a piece of pizza. And how often do they really serve me my meal at restaurants, sans dairy? I’ll be fine.” Yeah right. Wasn’t long until I was clutching my stomach & battling Free Air Randomly Traveling that was being dealt in painful blows. I wanted to barf. I felt so bloated. I was in pain all night & all the next day. So to that all I have to say is
And if you doubt me & my conspiracy theory, feel free to check out one of my fave sites, Milk Sucks. Or read this article. Meanwhile, I’m off to order this shirt. Want one too? Get it hot off the presses here.

As for convictions, I know better now. I have learned my lessons & PRAY that I never even have to smell dairy milk again. Going vegan would be so much easier if I wasn’t married to a carnivore who orders meals like “meat with meat sauce”.