Good grief.

I had a perfectly lovely afternoon with high school BFF, Marmie “The Duke” de Jesus, whose birthday we were belatedly celebrating, when I decided to cheat on my diet with a little hot chocolate. We went to La Creperie in Eastwood and ordered a pot of that divine hot chocolate from Angelina’s, Paris. I poured The Duke a cup, then consumed the rest of it myself. Well, she did have a big-ass crepe to plow through! (But, yeah, so much for “a little hot chocolate”.)

Two hours later…

I’ll spare you the details, save for two words: SEARING. PAIN.

I’ve always been sensitive to lactic acid but never this sensitive. Ugh.

So I’m hungry and in pain and, as I write, missing my uncle’s birthday dinner where I am sure they’re having lechon. (Dammit! Maybe I should catch up… Argh!)

Lechon , or roasted whole pig. (Internet file photo.)

Hard lesson learned.

Thing is, if this is the way my body reacts after just two and a half weeks of not having dairy, does this mean I can never, ever have dairy again without going through this??? Goddamit. I’m not sure if I’m ready to give up all that good stuff. Ah, well. So I’ll get sick. And keep on getting sick till my body is forced to yield but, for now, will lay off the bad stuff as originally intended. For a month. Or four.

Sigh…

I want lechon. 🙁

Update:

7:00 AM, 2 Sept. 2011

Am up for CrossFit but there are still pockets of pain in my stomach. Might be unwise to push my luck. But I’m hoping I’m all well by this afternoon and will try to catch an evening session. Otherwise, will have to go some time this weekend. Yikes!