My Last Gluten Meals

As I awaited the test results of my upper ednoscopy (although the doctor indicated that he was 100% confident I had Celiac Spruce), I plotted and executed my last gluten meals: Angenos Pizza, Biscuits from Red Lobster, Oven Roasted Chicken Breast on Cheddar Bread from Subway, Husband Joe's pasta specials, etc. As each bite entered my mouth, I had an overwhelming sense of anger and relief. I was going to get healthy. All of the websites indicated that within two weeks of going gluten-free, I'd feel amazing (they weren't wrong). Yet, I was angry that I'd have to think about what I ate. That I'd have to adapt my lifestyle so I was healthy. But that anger quickly subsided as I started feeling better and better with each gluten-free day.

As soon as my test results came back, I went cold turkey off of gluten. In retrospect, I wonder if I would've done myself a service by slowly going away from it. But the reality was I was so desperate to feel better, it didn't matter. And I did. I felt amazing. No more swelling. No more throwing up after eating. No more cloudiness over my brain. My co-workers even said that my face was brighter--I didn't look so sick anymore. Two weeks and the elimination of gluten brought back the Stacy that was supressed for too long.

I have not cheated once in the last four months. Not once. Have I accidently gotten glutened? Probably. But I have not willing put any gluten into my body. And it has paid off. Not only do I feel wonderful, but my gluten level went from 20 (normal person is under three) to six in one month. Good-bye Gluten, Good-bye.