Lenten musings - can't, won't, don't

[frandowdsofa]

When I say I can't eat something, I know what I mean. It's usually not "eat" so much as "digest", and I mean if I swallow that, there will be dire consequences. Perhaps not so dire as when my friend F eats peanuts, or A has wheat, but certainly messier than when S has chocolate

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[watervole]

INteresting thoughts. Personal responsibility means considering what we do and never doing something merely because others do/do not.

[ang_grrr]

I'm trying to re-introduce the concept of feasts and festivals into my life as well as the fast. I'm making coffee at my desk and using the (cheap) coffee machine in work rarely. I can have a freshly brewed coffee as takeout from home if I want it and I'm prepared to plan.

I have my one horse-meeting a year and I have a lottery habit (six tickets a week and every couple of months £20 on online instants). The TV betting adverts horrify me: particularly in commercial breaks in football. Saturated.

[desperance]

Heh. It had never occurred to me that hardline temperants would abjure vinegar and Marmite. I am abashed; of course I should've figured that.

[frandowdsofa]

So much so that they invented "non-brewed condiment" aka "chip shop vinegar", which John prefers on chip suppers. I do wonder though what she did about pickled onions, which were a mainstay of my grandfather's diet.

[pennski]

I'm thinking about the mirror side of this.

My uncle insists on reading my "No I can't digest cow's milk" as "I think cow's milk will make me fat" and telling me unhelpful things like "I just eat what I want to eat and blow the consequences". I think the consequences he saw at Christmas of Mum feeding me something with milk/ butter in when she said it hadn't, may be slowly changing his mind.

My Mum is slowly coming to terms with having 3 cow's milk intolerant children...