At 4:15 Wednesday afternoon I was enjoying frozen yogurt with the youth group. At 5:15 I curled myself into a ball on the couch.
At 5:00 Thursday afternoon I made a snack that was a favorite among my college housemates–salsa+cream cheese+shredded cheese, melted and blended, eaten with tortilla chips. At 6:00 I curled myself into a ball on the couch.
At 6:01 that day Andrew insisted that I place this note on the refrigerator:
Andrew has been telling me for over a year that dairy is to blame for my somewhat regular stomach discomfort. I thought it was a “misery loves company” kind of thing, but the evidence is becoming too compelling to ignore. I halfheartedly gave up dairy a few months ago, but the thought of never eating ice cream again brought me back. The problem, I think, was that I didn’t set a time limit on it, and that made it seem overwhelming.
So, with all this in mind, starting today I am embarking on a 30-day dairy-free challenge.
If I don’t notice a difference in the way I feel after 30 days, I will welcome dairy back into my life with open arms. This is not going to be easy for me, especially as we enter ice cream season (…nah, ice cream is an all-season kind of food 😉 ) I do already eat some things dairy-free–when I last attempted to give it up I made the permanent switch to soy milk, and most dinners we cook are dairy-free (although I might put cheese on my tacos.)
I will leave you with a related joke from my favorite comedian, Brian Regan:
“I have to lay off the dairy though. That’s what my doctor threw in as I was leaving the office: ‘Oh, and uh, lay off dairy!’ I’m like, what the…? What kind of blanket sweep is that? He should have just said, ‘And no more happiness!'”