Ingrained habits.

Since being diagnosed as lactose intolerant, I've had to make some major changes in my diet. There's a lot more reading of food labels at the grocery store and a lot of sending waitstaff back to the kitchen to inquire whether their pancake mix contains milk.

But the fact that I lived for 24 years being able to drink milk has ingrained certain habits in me and every now and then, when I'm in a rush or stressed out, I get to a restaurant or coffee shop and order without thinking.

For example, this afternoon after my last class (ever!) I needed a caffeine boost before being able to delve into my major paper. This brought me to Second Cup, conveniently located right across from the law building. In a state of exhaustion, I ordered a giant vanilla bean latte, sat down with my books and then realized there was no way I was going to be able to drink it.