Forbidden Fruit. Actually, Forbidden Cake.

glutenfreeBecause of a multitude of health issues that don’t seem explainable by any one diagnosis, I am now gluten-free at the advice of my doctor.

Yes, I’ve become THAT person. The one at the restaurant who has to talk to the server about her options. The one who has to spend extra time at the grocery store figuring out what she can buy. The one who has to ask if a company party will have gluten-free food and drink choices. Seriously.

I’ve never been annoyed by THOSE people before. I more felt bad for what they have to miss out on. Pasta?! Bread?! Donuts?! BEER?! But I’m finding myself really annoying. Because now I feel like I’m imposing on others. I seem to have copious amounts of grace for others in this situation, just not for myself.

I’m trying to look at this as an adventure. “Think of how much healthier you’ll feel!” “Think of all the stuff you can still eat and drink!” “Maybe you won’t feel sick anymore!” But really. Ugh.

I know I can’t apologize for this, because it’s who I am and I’m not going to compromise my health for the sake of convenience. Just thinking about what gluten is probably doing to my body strengthens my resolve. But I can’t seem to help internally cringing every time I have to mention it or talk about it, and I’m only eight days in! This isn’t just a diet, it’s a whole new lifestyle.

Thank you, Jesus, that Reese’s Pieces are gluten-free.

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