In my adult years I basically decided to give cutting out milk a bit of a whirl. Never in an extreme, ‘vegan’ way, but in a “a bit of a clear-up is needed” thrust of pseudo-detoxification. I never really mentally joined the dots in terms of my dairy consumption and my sluggish physical eliminatory responses but my body must have felt under assault, stressing eliminatory organs (skin, intestines) and triggering inflammatory responses in my mucus membranes. Hands up, I am not a doctor nor nutritionist. I am however very body aware and well-read when it comes to health, diet and nutrition, albeit as a layperson. Will we one day revise our view of dairy, in the way we have come around to understanding the roll sugar has to play on our systems? Who knows, maybe it is just another fad. I always think of the fabulously deflating Christ Rock sketch about allergies: Chris Rock – Allergies. Anyway for me, as a half Italian with regular stints in the homeland, I find it hard to reconcile my urban, cleaner, London eating style with the traditional, milennia-old grand culinary traditions of my roots which happily incorporates plenty of white wheat pasta, milk etc. I have yet to find a convincing replacement for milk in the perfect caffe-latte coffees that I love more than anything when I return home. My mind is willing to eliminate but my body is weak. It is my Italian Paradox.
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