So there I was.
In my friends apartment, just after work. A hungry belly and my eye spots 4 boxes of Reese's Puffs cereal. "Hubbita hubbita", I thought to myself. Knowing my friend does not have almond milk or lactose free anything within 100 feet of him, I cave. He tells me the deal he got on four boxes, two dollars each. Cue the slow clap. Most of my friends (I have two friends, so this won't get complicated) remember I am lactose intolerant. They've never seen the effects since I usually don't allow myself to have cheese, ice cream, bla bla bla. Tonight is not one of those nights. A sin against the lactose Gods, one might say. I say it's ok. I say it is ok to feast over something you love, even if it hurts you, gives you the shits or whatever it may entail. I made sure I didn't pour much milk into the GIANT dog food looking bowl my friend handed me. He goes, "Are you sure you want to do this?" with raised eyebrows and a stance backward. I say yes. He hands me the bowl and I get crackin'. This was last night and I report. I AM STILL ALIVE. I have made it without the shits I expected and accepted I was going to get. Thankful for the moderation I can allow myself in this lifetime. I have learned to accept the given, and appreciate my love for Reese's Puffs.
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