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:
Well, I think you'll just need to put in
your request for the eternal feast.
'Hey God - never mind the milk and honey,
or the fatted calf. I'll take queso, please.'
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.
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