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Uggggh. I ate an ice cream and now I feel like I'm dying. As time goes by, the food Kyle and I eat is becoming more healthy. Or, rather, I should say the food we have at home. Last night we went to Famous Dave's and polished off a feast for two which was decidedly unhealthy. Let's say I keep our home stocked with increasingly healthy food. As a result I have more or less stopped eating dairy besides yogurt. I've begun to mostly supplement soy for dairy. I've always been lactose intolerant and since moving in with me Kyle has begun to display indications of lactose intolerance as well. I've always managed it with medicine. But today, after eating my ice cream, I found myself running to the bathroom not even 30 minutes later. This breaks my heart! So, that's one more pleasure in life I find is denied to me.
One by one...
One by one...