I wish that I could say I was clean and sober. I made it a week and fell off of the wagon.
When I fall off of the wagon, its more like the damned milk truck.
I somehow believe that I am special and the rules don't apply to me. I will find a way to skirt my dairy allergy and be able to eat what I want again.
As you can tell I found some awesome signs, I now want a bar so I can buy these awesome signs and hang them up. I really don't need a reason to drink though-alcohol that is. Milk is still a no-no.
I feel so much better when I lay off the sauce. Literally, creamed sauce is a killer. I'll have an asthma attack.
I'm back on the wagon. I start feeling great and then I eat some chocolate and I lose a day. I can't believe that I lived like that. The headaches are crushing. Poor Sonya.
The good news is I'm still able to have a drinky-poo. And to think all of the times that I thought I had a killer hang-over it was probably just the cheese that I ate. Sure.
Have a lactose-free day,