Thursday, January 31, 2013
I don't eat gluten because I have celiacs disease. It's a real thing. An autoimmune disorder. Genetic, like a lot of these things are. I have it, as does my sister and my aunt, and a couple cousins, and I think my father (who is asymptomatic and healthy and doesn't want to know either way). I was diagnosed kinda by mistake myself about 9 months ago and have been gluten free ever since.
And I hate it.
It interferes with my life in all sorts of ways. It's expensive for one thing, not only because I had to buy a new toaster that wasn't contaminated, but simple foods like bread and pasta are twice the price as whole wheat versions. Some of the gluten free cookies, etc. taste funny or gross and often times have way more sugar. I can't go to a ball game and have a beer and a hot dog. I can't walk into just any restaurant and know I'll find something I like on the menu. Sometimes I have to throw temper tantrums to get the kitchen to pay attention to me and my needs (I rarely go back after that). If someone else is cooking, even in their own home, I find myself watching them like a hawk to make sure they're not inadvertently going to cross contaminate something. It's such a big deal in my day to day life that it's become one of the first things people learn about me now. Then we end up spending a lot of time talking about it. And frankly, I don't want to talk about it because it's annoying and one of the least interesting things about me.
The only reason I do it is because I have to. Having suffered from a gluten attack earlier this week that left me miserable for days, at times with stomach cramps so severe I couldn't stand up straight, I can tell you it's well worth the hassle.
But somehow it's suddenly cool to do this, and for the life of me, I don't understand it. Why would anyone take on this on if they don't have to? And may I suggest you stop? Save yourself the time, money, effort. And because it makes those of us who do it because we don't have a choice look silly, like we're doing it on a whim. For some of us, nothing could be farther from the truth.
Thanks for letting me rant. Link to the article below that got me all riled up in the first place.