As it would turn out, I was pretty overwhelmed with the response to my ‘trouble with dairy’ post. Thanks to everyone for the condolences and the congratulations alike, they were all much needed and appreciated.
The result of this response is that I am going to share this journey, at least bits of it, here at gloaming and dawn. Even as I write that I think of how appropriate the title of the blog is for chronicling the upcoming adventure, as one way of life ends, and hopefully a new way of life emerges. Just another example of that crazy, tragic and beautiful dance between death and life.
My new diet hasn’t actually begun yet. My Dr. recommended that I prepare for this new diet for a few weeks and then launch it intentionally as opposed to running into it too quickly and screwing it up after fours days so that I need to start over several times. Thus, Emily and I have decided that the night of the Super Bowl will be my last night with dairy before I begin my three month purge, and my lifelong limitation of dairy and garlic. Mind you, that doesn’t mean I am going to gorge on dairy for the next few weeks to get it in while I still can, but it does mean I will do some of the things I will miss, like getting some Screamers at Mama’s Mexican Kitchen, eating some good cheeseburgers, and enjoying some tasty milk shakes. All the while researching new recipes and such so we can hit the ground running when February rolls around.
More to come. Thanks for caring everybody.