Its pretty safe to say that if I’m not writing here every other day, that I’m either insanely busy or in the throws of my own conflictual drama with food and gluten. The later is usually truer then the former.
I was away from home a week ago and ever since those odd yet familiar symptoms have been plaguing me. Achy joints, foggy head, odd taste on my tongue, bloating, and general fatigue… are all indicators that of course I had gluten in something I ate.
I’ve been ignoring the fact that I have to become even more stringent then I’ve been the last few years. Cross contamination is an issue, which of course makes eating out near impossible now, unless the restaurant is very well versed on how to keep a gluten free section of a kitchen. As you can imagine, the whole thing just pisses me off and its not a nice feeling to have to sit with.
So today, sitting at my usual spot in Cafe Aroma, I didn’t order the usual, looked over the menu with more scrutiny, and sadly realized that I likely can’t eat here as often as I have in the past. They are so good to me, and provide gluten free pasta, know not to bring me bread or throw croutons on my salad. The truth is that its a small kitchen and try as they might to take good care of me, my body is just getting more and more sensitive to gluten as the time passes.
Sitting here today, I was catching up on my blog reading and came across this amazing blog post on the lows of living with Celiacs. Its so well written and was so spot on to what I have been feeling in the last week, I had to share it with you. The bonus for reading through Carols utter melt down? A great recipe at the end!
I’m giving my body a little break today and just having some super foods with rice milk and and early bedtime.