On Tuesday, April 13 I was diagnosed with Celiac Disease. This is an autoimmune disease (think Lupus, Rheumatoid Arthritis) where gluten attacks the small bowel. If left untreated, celiac sufferers can expect a higher risk for other autoimmune disorders and malignancies, among other things. The cure is a gluten free diet. Gluten is found in wheat, rye and barley. A gluten free lifestyle means adhering to really strict standards and shopping mostly from the perimeter of the grocery store. Gluten free means no pizza. No croissants. No birthday cake. No pancakes or waffles. No bread. No pasta. Many sauces are out, as are most processed foods. It seems wheat is pretty freaking popular.
Yikes.
You might wonder why I was so relieved to get this diagnosis and the answer is simple. I have not felt “well” – whatever that means – for at least 10 years. I have a disease and the cure is eating healthy. No, it won’t be convenient, but it’s all I have and to be honest, I’m jumping in head first.
Join me?
