I bet you think this is going to be a lovely post about a dip in the warm clear blue turquoise waters of the Caribbean Sea. Be forewarned -- it's not. I should apologize in advance because this post probably falls under the category of T.M.I. But maybe I'll perform a good deed and save someone else's gut.
When is a little bit of dip not just a dip? When it's a probiotic!
It only took me three cartons of the tastey stuff to figure out its dreadful effects on me. Duh. Costco sells a delightful Dill and Cucumber Probiotic Yogurt Dip that I love. I
So beware. After feasting on the healthy stuff on Tuesday, I was down for the count most of the day yesterday. I won't go into the details, but all I can say is painful. The light bulb finally switched on in my brain and I did a little googling yesterday. I found out some people can't tolerate probiotics, and sometimes products with the stuff can include bad bacteria along with the good. In addition to all that, I'm sure I over-consumed. My son pointed out that I also ate tzatziki during lunch earlier in the same day, and that's made from Greek yogurt which also contains probiotics. Oh Lord.
I woke up tired, but at least not doubled over this morning. In today's trip to the local healthy market for tonight's dinner, I noticed probiotic trail mix on the shelf. Uh -- no thanks! Pass the potato chips and M&M's!