Milk is evil and wrong

After a month and a half dairy-free, I cheerfully poured my cereal with skim milk for breakfast this morning and downed it. Less than a half hour later I felt horrible -- my stomach was very distressed. I made the mistake of trying to go for a 30-minute run anyway; often when I have indigestion that helps, because it kind of wakes up my system and moves everything through. Instead it got worse. My legs were fine, my lungs were fine, so I ought to have been able to run 5k beautifully well. But after about 8 minutes my entire upper digestive system was cramping up, so I kept having to stop and walk until the spasms subsided. Ugh. It took me 32 minutes to do 3 miles, when my gym pace on the treadmill (usually tougher than the road for me) is more like 29.

I think my body quit producing lactase when it realized I didn't need it. I am HOPING this is temporary -- after a day or two of trying to give it dairy products again it might re-open the production line. I like dairy too much to have to give it up permanently.

Of course I ate junk food all day yesterday, but the actual dairy content of Reese's eggs is probably fairly small. And we had a vegan friend as a dinner guest, so anywhere I would normally use butter or milk I used vegan "buttery sticks" and almond milk. And I was so busy I had no more than a nibble of cheese all evening. So this is really the first chance I've had to test this. Bleah.

I didn't try to count calories yesterday but today I am back to it. I haven't had any candy and it's already lunch time -- this would be more of a triumph if I hadn't felt so gross all morning. I am bound and determined not to have my annual post-Easter weight gain, though!