So, my foray back into the world of gluten is officially over. I barely lasted one full day. My stomach starting cramping up something vicious this evening and that was the wake up call I needed. I know that part of it is mental since it literally goes against everything I have been doing for the past three years to purposely ingest so many wheat based products. It goes against all that I stand for; it feels awkward, odd, sacrilegious even. I had a little baking to do for this weekend so I bought a bag of regular flour since I was suppose to use it as part of my gluten binge. The flour along with the wheat based tri-colored pasta and the flour soft tortillas are packed up nice and neat in my bag as they are going back to the store tomorrow.
I have worked very hard over the last few months to feel somewhat decent again after months of torment. I refuse to let it all unravel for some professional experiment. As far as I’m concerned, I know what upsets my leaky gut and I don’t need a test to prove or disprove it. As it stands, every test I have ever taken has come back negative but does that mean that I don’t have something wrong in my body. No. That’s the problem with our medical system as it is. Too many doctors rely solely on tests and numbers to treat us but they fail to listen to us in the process. Does a test know your body? Numbers, averages, standard deviations, and ranges mean nothing. You, I, we know our body best and when you feel like something is wrong then something is wrong. Don’t ever let anyone tell you any different. That is all.
My lovely carrot cakes are cooling on the rack (and yes they are gluten free) as they should be.
Happy Gluten Free Living,
the gluten free chef