So, here I sit, trying to make all of y’all think I have been such a Good Girl all this time, eating a strict gluten free diet, when in reality, I fell of the gluten free wagon when we came back to Georgia in 2012. Yes, me, the Fabgrandma, has been the Fab Liar for almost four years. I did eat a lot of gluten free meals, but not all meals have been gluten free for me. At first, I was down in a deep depression over body image; I had that stupid stoma that I believed was only temporary; I couldn’t move my body very well, and so, I just said “Hmpf!” and stomped my foot like a toddler and said to myself: “I am going to eat whatever I dang well please.” It did not matter to me at the time that all those tasty bites of cookie, cake, pie, donuts, and whatever else that was full of wheat I could cram into my mouth were pushing me closer and closer to the brink of an IBS flare.
Last week my body rebelled. It told me in no uncertain terms that I must get my self out of the pity hole and back up on that driver’s seat of the Gluten Free Train. I was sincerely sick for several days. The sickness included Mucho Die-A-Rio; dry heaves from trying to throw up; and Burny, Squeezy, Not So Easy things going on in my abdomen until I thought I really was going to die. So I guess you see that I did NOT in fact die from my Failure To Eat Correctly. What I have learned from this episode is that I need to stop trying to be “normal” and start just being “me”.
I’m telling you all this because I felt that it was only fair, when you think I have been a good little gluten free lady, to confess it all, so that I can move forward. I promise, I VOW, that from now on out, I will be eating all that is gluten free and good for me. Sugar free, gluten free, low FODMAP. How tasty can THAT be? Well, we will just see.