The chocolate allergy is back.
Last year, I developed some sort of weird allergy after eating dark chocolate, my favorite kind (in fact, the only kind I eat, usually). I simply couldn't process choc, my whole body refused to digest it and I ended up sick after eating a tiny bit of the stuff.
I listened to my body and stayed away from the stuff for months. Then I slowly tried it again. One square at a time. I even had a tiny slice of chocolate cake a couple of times (when you don't eat dessert often as I do, try something decadent when you finally indulge).
And today, I was feeling tired and down and decided to have a piece of extra dark choc', the sort I use to bake brownies. I immediately felt queasy and nauseous. I'm still sick-ish hours after so I guess I'm off the choc again for a long, long, long time.
My butt will be happy. My thighs are already celebrating I'm sure. And secretly, I'm glad I can't eat *another* thing that potentially could make me gain weight. I even wonder if my very powerful mind hasn't dictated this weird reaction to my body. It wouldn't be the first time it happens...
So no Valentine Day chocs for me. The very thought is yucky, BTW... I think we'll celebrate with veggies or something as decadent as that !
Blythou out.
Last year, I developed some sort of weird allergy after eating dark chocolate, my favorite kind (in fact, the only kind I eat, usually). I simply couldn't process choc, my whole body refused to digest it and I ended up sick after eating a tiny bit of the stuff.
I listened to my body and stayed away from the stuff for months. Then I slowly tried it again. One square at a time. I even had a tiny slice of chocolate cake a couple of times (when you don't eat dessert often as I do, try something decadent when you finally indulge).
And today, I was feeling tired and down and decided to have a piece of extra dark choc', the sort I use to bake brownies. I immediately felt queasy and nauseous. I'm still sick-ish hours after so I guess I'm off the choc again for a long, long, long time.
My butt will be happy. My thighs are already celebrating I'm sure. And secretly, I'm glad I can't eat *another* thing that potentially could make me gain weight. I even wonder if my very powerful mind hasn't dictated this weird reaction to my body. It wouldn't be the first time it happens...
So no Valentine Day chocs for me. The very thought is yucky, BTW... I think we'll celebrate with veggies or something as decadent as that !
Blythou out.