September 13, 2011

Screw you, dairy.

I'm cutting out all dairy from my diet because the baby has a milk allergy. Initially I thought it would be awesome, because I would have a legitimate excuse not to drink milk, consume cheese, and pass on the ice cream without looking like a lunatic. 


I get that a lot.

I never enjoyed dairy like everyone else. Milk makes me gag, I think cheese is foul, and I'm really not a huge fan of ice cream. I am a freak of nature.

I thought a transition to a dairy-free lifestyle would be a walk in the park.

Sooo easy!

I never eat that crap anyway!

Not even 24 hours in I encountered the following:
  • My homemade spinach dip (sour cream)
  • Macaroni and cheese (even though there's cheese, I still love it. I'm picky about where is cheese is introduced in a meal and it doesn't help that I eat like a five year old)
  • And the worst offender: I baked a banana cake with cream cheese frosting
Cue the sad faces.

When you think about it, milk and dairy are EVERYWHERE. Lurking around every corner in almost every food dish. Such a bummer. Such a slimy bastard ingredient.

Get out of here, dairy, no one wants you anymore!

The worst part is the fact that I made these things myself, like I was setting myself up for failure. I'm realizing that this is going to take time and a lot of attention to what makes up my meals from this point forward.

The easy way out would just be to quit nursing and rely solely on the soy formula the baby is currently on. But now that I have the chance to be home with her, why wouldn't I make the push to nurse her at least until the six-month mark? I know the suggested timespan is a year, but I figure six months is a healthy goal.

Long story short: I'm doing it for her, and dairy be damned because I will weed it out of EVERYTHING.

On another note, my foray into ultimate domesticity is going swimmingly. The house has never been so clean.

Now, who wants a sandwich?


PS: Can you tell my kid is a ginger?

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