I pray I never become lactose intolerant.
There are days when the only thing that is going to quell the urge to shovel things down my gullet is milk. Cold Cold milk.
I'm pretty sure it's hormonal, but I haven't figured out which part of the cycle is craving it... I'll have like a week where I'll drink nearly a litre a day, then a week where I don't even think of it, then a day of OH MY GOSH I NEED MILK... and it'll never be enough milk, and I'm sloshing inside.
This is one of those weeks where the milk is going fast in the house, except I've been at work a lot so I've been drinking it there. Early this morning I was getting ready to head to Breakfast Club and needed to have a first breakfast. Breakfast Club doesn't start till 10. I was hit with a wave of Finish.All.The.Milk. When this sort of thing happens, it's like I'm trying to win a chugging contest. My mouth opens and things go in and... well... it's almost embarrassing.
This morning there was only a quarter of the bag of milk left, so I indulged myself in a guilty childhood pleasure.
Drinking right from the bag.
I can almost hear my mother yelling at me.
I opened and greedily poured the bag into my throat... In the first second I knew there was something wrong. by the time I could start to react I'd already gulped twice... three times... the bag was nearly empty as I was able to pull it away...
pull it away before the biggest of the chunks from the bottom of the bag fell in my mouth.
I think I can probably make it the rest of the day without another drink of milk.