Dear Milk.
The time has come for us to part permanently. Although I have enjoyed our brief reunion, after a two and a half year separation, I have now come to the utterly devastating conclusion that we are just no good together anymore.
How I will miss our nightly cuddles on the couch. I couldn’t imagine a more perfect way to signal the end to a busy day than snuggling with you on a cold night, wrapping my chilled fingers around your smouldering warmth.
You, and only you, have the ability to quell the monkey mind, to relax the body and prepare me for a comatose sleep. Herbal tea, no offence, but you’re not the same luxurious indulgence as a mug of steaming, creamy milk with a single teaspoon of Milo.
However, our three week interlude has again resulted in lethargy, tiredness, night sweats, and a craving to consume sugary food. The sweetness held deep within you has left me yearning for the sweetness found in foods that I normally wouldn’t eat. The extra sugar in my daily diet has horrendous consequences of its own as my blood sugar levels peak and trough like a see-saw.
The lethargy is so much that I can barely drag my ass through the day, and cannot remain conscious past nine thirty at night. My body feels as though it is on a permanent go-slow and can’t shift into second gear. And as much as I love you, it’s time to let you go. I can’t live like this any longer.
My body’s intolerance to you, although thankfully void of any gastro intestinal troubles that would result in farts so horrendous and rancid that my entire family would move out of the house, is still ever present. Simply, I need my usual energy back to be the best version of myself possible.
So today we say goodbye. Today I bequeath you back to the supermarket dairy case, where you will remain, forever shut out of my life. We can always smile and flirt a little with each other when I pass by, as a reminder of old times shared.
Please remember that you will always be in my heart, not a day will go by where I won’t think of you and crave your creamy deliciousness. It’s not you, it’s me.
Sarah xxxx
