Lactose intolerance has never stopped me from indulging in milk and milk products.
I know the discomfort that will follow, but I jump in at the slightest invitation anyway.
I have tried to control myself and recall all the discomfort that follows, but milk on a table calls to me like the One Ring in The Lord of the Rings.
What has really worked for me is elimination of milk from my household. No milk, no stories.
This has taught me something about myself – not every sure, proven, unmistakable future discomfort can deter or defer present pleasure. For some guilty pleasures, I have learnt to flee or exclude from my environment.
A fun fact: I’m married to a pastry chef. Imagine how hard it is to keep milk away. Luckily, I have learnt (the hard way) not to touch milk meant for baking.
If you come visiting, make sure to come with your tin of milk and please, hide it in your room and don’t acquiesce to my plea for some, no matter how unyielding I seem.
Cheers, with a glass of milk, to others like me.
– Osasu Oviawe