IT MUST'VE BEEN LOVE... BUT IT'S OVER NOW

I'd like to believe that some things in life last forever, but sometimes, some things would run its course and what you once had, you don't have it anymore.

Don't worry, J and I didn't split up. He's stuck with me for life, that one. ;o) After a lifelong tango with a special place in the deepest crevices of my heart, I've developed lactose intolerance in the last few months. I refused to acknowledge it of course; life couldn't be so cruel. I couldn't be gluten and lactose intolerant. But after I had a kopi peng for lunch [and only that for lunch, because I had absolutely no time to leave my desk, or even eat at my desk], I bloated to the size of the South American continent. I realised that this bloatedness happens every single time I had anything that was made of dairy, so I had to admit defeat.

Dairy and I are breaking up. No more cheese, no more chocolate milk, no more, no more. It's a little bit depressing, but I also know that eliminating all that dairy from my diet will make me a teensiest bit healthier. I can take lactate tablets when I'm desperately craving some foods, but I'm still in a funk that on top of the fact that I have to think about eating non-gluten, I now have to think of of non-dairy.

Ugh.