In September of 2008 I was diagnosed with Celiac disease. I didn't think the gluten-free diet would be too bad...until I met with a nutritionist. She gave me the doom & gloom version of my diagnosis, which had me in tears when I left her office. According to her I needed to throw away everything in my kitchen, go to a specialty food store, and be prepared for osteoporosis, mental illness, and miscarriages. I can't even begin to describe how sad this made me.
After I came to terms with everything, I began to embrace my new diet. I didn't throw everything away, I just added to my food collection and had my husband eat what I couldn't. I found that gluten-free products didn't taste too bad. I also liked that eating gluten-free gave me the push I'd been needing to buy organic food.
I was doing well...until my husband ordered pizza....I couldn't help myself. I hadn't been that sick in a long time.
Since then (about 10 months) I have been as gluten free as possible. I'm still adjusting. There are days when I hate eating and think my life is horrible. But then there are the days when I'm walking through the regular grocery isles and pick up a random product and see my two favorite words, "gluten free" on the label. Those days give me hope. And there are more of the positive days than the negative ones.
I must sound like a complete whiner! I promise I'm not down in the dumps all the time!
Let's hope for a more positive outlook from now on!