Ever since I was in fifth grade and diagnosed with genetically high cholesterol, I’ve been very conscious of what I eat.  Even back then I knew exactly how many calories and grams of fat were in everything I ate.  Can you imagine the kid at the 5th grade lunch table saying, “Are you sure you want to eat that candy bar? It has over 20 grams of fat!”.  Whereas the other kids are thinking, “A. I don’t have the foggiest what a “fat gram” is and B. Quiet down you weirdo, I’m enjoying my candy bar!”.

Over the years I did things like cut out pork and beef from my diet and never looked back.  More recently, my boyfriend said he wanted to try going gluten free.  To support him (and because I figured it was worth a shot to see if I saw any  positive side-effects), I hopped on the bandwagon and gave it a go. For two whole weeks I had zero gluten. Even when I went to a work lunch at an Italian restaurant or ordered a salad that came with croutons (unbeknownst to me), I was able to go completely without for all of those 14 days.  I was actually shocked at how many things contain gluten that I’d not realized (like basically anything processed).  I also was made quickly aware of the inflated cost of eating gluten free products and wasn’t super happy about that either.

For the first few days I felt great! I had so much energy and was sleeping well (which is rare for me).  I didn’t want to give too much credit to the new diet though, as I recognized it could be 1 part placebo mixed with 1 part the fact that we were eating all fresh foods at that point.

As the days crept on and I began to miss bread and pasta made of grains (not rice…which was gross), I noticed that my energy levels all normalized and I felt the same as I had pre-gluten free (PGF).

After taking a trip and finding it that much harder to stay gluten free when I was trying to be polite and eat what was served to me by our hosts, combined with the fact that I knew I was not gluten intolerant, I ended that experiment and decided to diagnose myself as gluten tolerant.  To that I say:

Dear Gluten,

I missed you. I’m glad we’re back together.

It wasn’t you, it was me.

Love,

Darrah