The real story.

The real story.

(From Make Mine Gluten Free)
So, this isn’t one of those blogs that is only about the good things, and gluten free food. No, it’s about the truth and the people behind the food.
And the truth is, I am an idiot.
Seriously. I went a whole year being gluten free, with only having mistakes here and there, but the other day, I feel like I really blew it.

Here is what I posted that night, on facebook.

WHAT is wrong with me? WHY on earth did I do it?
We are low on grocery budget money, and I had a coupon for a free pizza (gluten-FULL) and a coupon for free cookies (gluten-FULL). I declared it a gluten-FULL night, and ate. It was yummy, but…
now I’m sore all over, seriously can hardly move because I feel so tight, sore and tender in every area of my body (my joints, back and shoulders are the worst), I’m having sharp uterine pains, I’m TOTALLY bloated – my already fat belly is three times its size, my head is throbbing and spiky pain is pulsing through it, my ears feel plugged and painful, I feel like I’m going to throw up, I feel exhausted when I felt peppy before eating, and I feel itchy all over.
I don’t care if we can’t afford safe food. Next time I just won’t eat AT.ALL. I can’t do this to my body…

Yep, there you have it. The honest life of a fallen person.
I have to be honest, sometimes not having a medical reason for avoiding gluten is really annoying. I can convince even myself that it won’t be a big deal if I just have a little gluten now and then. But that’s not how this works. I know it’s like poison to me, so why do I let a little craving, or a little lack of money, or a little peer pressure, or WHATEVER it is, sway me from what I know I should do?
I can NOT have gluten. It’s that simple. As much as I love the taste of things with gluten in them, gluten does not love me at all. In fact, it hates me. I will not give it the pleasure of laughing at my misery again.

So there.

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