I have learned to lie to doctors about my milk intake.
Years ago, the nurse at my doctor's office called to report routine tests. She said my cholesterol (<<<---spelling?? unsure) was high and began questioning me about what I ate that could be causing it. Then she asked about dairy products, did I drink milk and if so, how much. I told her I usually average about 3 gallons a week. She jumped on that, gave me instructions not to be drinking that much milk every week because it was elavating my cholesterol. I said okay and that I would cut back per her specific instructions.
Today, as well as since then, I drink about 3 gallons of milk a week.
To be perfectly honest, I find I become stressed if there is less than a gallon in my fridge at all times.
I will never tell the truth about how much milk I consume to any medical people again. They get right fussy. If milk takes me out prematurely, so be it.
Gosh, after all I lived through during addiction years, it would be humiliating to die of too much milk consumption. LOL! Here's an example of a funny I was thinking about the other day --->>> Around 22 years of age, I had a 90 year old woman open the door of her mobile home and shove a pistol in my face. It was the middle of the night, freezing cold, no coat in the car, walked (correction: side-winded) half a mile down a country road til I saw lights. I had blown the left rear tire on that firebird formula on this pigtrail road. *laughing now, not funny then*
In rooms of recovery, we call it "relief" laughter.
