7 Weeks - Smoky Mountains

Hey baby. We need to talk. 

I get it. You like your dairy. Your really like it. You demand it actually! When we were at the restaurant in the smoky mountains yesterday, even after I already ordered my strawberry avocado spinach salad, you somehow convinced me to call the waitress over and ask to also bring me the Alfredo. They both came out at the same time and suddenly the salad we went there for made me sick to look at and once I tasted the Alfredo, I couldn't stop myself from eating the whole thing (even though we promised Ben we would share. Oops.)

But here's the thing. I'm lactose intolerant. And apparently now, it's not just a little bit. We were so sick the rest of the day we couldn't do any of the things we had planned! We just ended up going back to the hotel and watched movies on TV. 

Then that evening, while I was STILL sick from the Alfredo and for dinner... we agreed upon pizza delivery.

Now today, I hear you! All you want to eat is cheesy, creamy, scalloped potatoes and medium rare steak! Sorry, but we can't have either! No matter how sick you make me when I think about anything other than dairy and rare meat, it's not going to happen! We'll feel way worse after, I promise!

Ugh, why dairy? Why couldn't it be leafy greens that you crave?