gross toast.

gross toast.

When I was young, I used to think my stomach was indestructible. From cow tongue, to shark fin, corn ice cream, and ridiculously sweet leche flan- yeah, I could stomach it all. Lactose intolerance wasn't even in my vocabulary. In fact, I most certainly thought people were saying "So and so cannot eat that. It's like toast and tolerant." It made sense too at the time. I thought "oh... maybe it's a comparison of putting something gross onto toast."

Gross indeed.

Stomach churning, sometimes nausea, gross, gross. And it makes me kind of sad when I realize I can't gobble down post-Halloween chocolate like I used to.

So I've been cutting down things considerably in my diet. Replacing milk with soy milk, eliminating pizza, cutting down on cheese, slowly slowing down on desserts and sweets (alas!), avoiding dairy in drinks, curries, soups... it's almost as if I cut off a section of my stomach. Now my adventurous tastes of trying new foods has been replaced with a little caution.

At the very least, I had the opportunity to sample real Chicago pizza before my stomach ran off. And although it's sort of fun thinking I'm willingly trying to eat "healthier," my stomach likes to remind me of all the good times we've shared.

Oh stomach, how I miss thee!