Recently I finally came to the realization that I have
celiac disease/gluten intolerance. I am not alone; up to 0.75% of Americans may also have it, although it frequently goes undiagnosed for years. And this way my case too... This comes at (what I hope is) the end to a long history of constant discomfort and pain, frustrating visits with doctors and specialists, days lost from work and weekends in bed, and more. Those of you who have known me well anytime in the past dozen years or so can probably recall some of the downsides of my poor health. And for much of that time Ainsley has been telling me, "it's not right for someone so young and healthy as you to be so sick all the time!" Indeed.
So this weekend I went 100% gluten-free. Yeah, that's
my new GF—not "girlfriend", but "gluten-free". My Sweetie & I spent a good part of Saturday afternoon sweeping the kitchen of all the foodstuffs with hidden (and unhidden) glutens, inspired by
a great article at Karina's Kitchen that Ainsley found online. (Isn't she great? :)
Ainsley had already done some GF shopping on Saturday, but I went ahead again tonight. Lots of fresh fruit, veggies, meat, eggs, etc.—all good stuff... but still I kind of wanted to cry (but being the Manly Man that I am, of course I did not). To complicate things, I am trying to go entirely milk-free for the first couple months, after which I will see if I can reintroduce it; this meant that I had to find viable replacements for the few milkful items I still use, notably coffee creamer and butter. This is an affront to my Swedish heritage—not only am I giving up all the marvelous breads and cookies, but butter! <sigh/> I still shudder at the thought of the new fakey margarine that is newly lurking in my fridge.
Of course, there are some great benefits I expect out of this effort. First and foremost, of course, is that I expect to feel so much better. Not only will I not be destroying my digestion by "pouring Draino down my gut" (in the words of
a new friend), but I will be eating unprocessed, fresh, "real" food all the time. I'll probably lose a few pounds, then gain some muscle as I can get back to regular exercise. And hopefully there will be some financial benefits too, as I no longer have the luxury of eating out willy-nilly when I don't feel like packing a lunch for work. And I'll get to spend more time at home cooking and eating with my Sweetie.
Anyway, that's that I guess. Two days down, and many more to go. Stay tuned for more updates on the transition (yes, reader, I intend to post here more often ;). Now I'm off to munch some fresh cherries and cook up some BBQ pulled chicken for tomorrow's lunch. To your health!