Mom is coming up tonight to help me go through my pantry, fridge, freezer, etc. I figure I'll never get around to it by myself, it's always easier with someone else! I'm very glad for the moral support. I love food too much, and restricting myself is going to be difficult anyway.
I was always the kid that begged for home-cooked food after weeks of disgusting dorm mush. Even if I didn't love my parents and my brother and go home to see them all the time, I still would have gone home just for the food. I'd go to an event with free "real" food, and come home giddy. I'm an emotional eater- such that food almost always improves my emotions. Who would have known that all this time, food was the enemy. Gluten was the evil villain making me feel so awful. And all this time, I thought it was all in my head.
Still waiting for the biopsy results to make it official, but I'm convinced I'm Celiac. It just makes too much sense. More to come with my history, what led up to all this. I'm sure you're on the edge of your seat, just waiting :)
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