dairy hates me.
i learned this the hard way last year in the last month of marathon training during those really long runs ... those runs where i wanted to curl up & die on the side of the road from the excrutiating cramps that signaled, well -- that signaled the coming of the runs. sorry. maybe i should have warned you this would be a little TMI.
it took me a while to put 2 + 2 together, i did all the doctor visits & drank the vile barium, and got a perscription ... but in the end i just cut dairy out of my diet, tossed the Rx & at the advice of coach added acidophilous -- the cure was instant & practically miraculous.
i don't touch dairy in any shape or form with a 10 foot pole. actually, i don't touch it at all - not even with a pole.
so why - why, for the love of all that's holy - do i decide to suddenly play russian roulette with a happy GI system while on vacation?
ice cream? that looks good ... i need a small cone. with jimmies on top.
oreo cakesters? i've never seen those. those look delicious ... and i'm stressed out cause our airstream just broke down for the umpteenth time. cakesters will totally make that better.
candy made from MILK chocolate? mmmm ... give me some. may as well just mainline it.
accidophilous? sensitive colon care vitamin thingys? who needs to take those?
and then this - i want to meet the asshole who decided that MILK was a good ingredient in a sports drink. hello - accelerade? it has MILK in it. WTF???
my head is in a fog. my system is a mess. and it tells me so. several times a day. in that emergency, i hate you for eating so much milky shit kind of way.