So you now know the reason I don’t eat chocolate.
I don’t eat Frosted Flakes either.
In my attempt to take laxatives in a different and perhaps easier way, I tried once to mix it with food. I thought if I had to eat I might as well mix the pills in and the food would hopefully take away the gross taste.
Again, I was at Bagel Plus. About to eat breakfast. Frosted Flakes. I took the laxatives and put a handful in the bowl. The milk started to turn pink. Uh oh. Hopefully this wouldn’t affect the taste.
Gross! Again. My plan didn’t work. But, I couldn’t waste them, so again I was forced to eat something that tasted horribly awful.
To this day, the taste of Frosted Flakes gives me the heebie jeebies.
After those two episodes, I stopped trying to be inventive and left laxatives to be taken on their own.
Ya, real victory.
I should’ve stopped right than and there and realized what nonsense and stupidity I was putting myself through. But nope. ED wouldn’t allow me to. He wasn’t ready to go.
It’s amazing how much I hated taking them, yet forced myself time and time again.