At 28, I ordered a Heath and Ancestry Report from 23andMe. shyt came back and said I was highly likely, more than the general population, to be lactose intolerant.
At the time, I was a charcuterie ass nikka. You’d find all types of meats and aged cheese around my house. Cheese was my thing. Could eat buckets of it. I wasn’t drinking much milk but consumed a lot of yogurt, shakes, and ice cream. Because of this, I kind of dismissed that report as not being wholly accurate.
I kid you not, within a year, at 29, I had to stop consuming dairy all together. I had become lactose intolerant after receiving that curse of a report.
My Dad’s is lactose intolerant. But he old school and don’t give af. He eats whatever he wants and will kill the toilet after. Me, I can’t do it. My stomach will be fugged up the entire day..... and even off a small piece of cheese.
At this point, I have no will to live. Life without cheese is just not worth living.
