Holy fudge pops my head feels as though it's in a vice, being slowly squished by someone very cruel and stupidly it's all my own fault as I have decided to give up dairy products.
My sweet beloved bowls of cereal, my darling pieces of cheese and my partner in crime Chocolate have all been binned and as of last Tuesday I have gone cold turkey.
You remember that scene in Trainspotting where Ewan McGregor's fictional parents lock him in a room and make him go cold turkey? Well my flat is looking very much like that skanky Scottish bedroom and I've pretty sure during all the headaches and sweating I saw a dead baby crawling along my ceiling.... Okay not really but you know the withdrawal season has been pretty horrendous.
Now I can deal with headaches and sweats, they're easy, but the nausea oh god the nausea is a right royal pain in the arse as it's making me not want to eat at all, harumpf, pout pout.
Cutting dairy out of your diet is hard.
I've been struggling to find things to eat that don't include cheese, cream, milk or butter especially in Portugal where the main snack is a mista (ham and cheese sandwich) eating out is very hard.
Breakfast is also a little upsetting as I used to enjoy cheese and fresh bread then a bowl of cereal but sadly for me it's fruit, fruit and more fruit.
I'm hoping that by tomorrow (day 7) I'll be over the worst of it and at least have my appetite back.
Xx
Ps N comes back tomorrow, I'm so excited I could burst I hate being away from him.
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