Years ago, I remember sitting in a restaurant with 5 friends horrified because 3 out of 5 sent their meals back. There wasn't anything wrong with the restaurant -- it was pretty decent actually -- but my friends had managed to find something. One didn't like the way his meal tasted. One thought the chicken was too overdone. The last wanted more of the side dish and wanted to speak with management.
I cowered in my corner and hoped my meal didn't come with the spit like I knew theirs was about to.
I tend to go the opposite way. Not what I ordered? Well, what came looks good, so no big deal. A little overcooked? Well, that's just like Mom's home cooking. I survived years of that.
I will say something if there are bugs or hair. Usually. But I try to be really nice about it. No point in getting anyone upset.
Now I have reached a new conundrum. Since I've been diagnosed with Celiac's disease, eating out is a mine field. I might make it through my meal without a problem or, I might take a wrong step and *BOOM* explosion of symptoms.
Restaurants are a lot more aware now than they were even a year ago. They try to be educated about what I can and cannot eat. They make special allowances for food prep and -- more times than not -- the manager comes out to assure me they are taking all precautions. And yet, sometimes, I still get sick.
I rarely, if ever, tell the restaurant about my reaction to their meals. I figure they did their best and sometimes things happen. However, the chef in the states who served his patrons gluten in secret and then "outed" them for being fakes makes me rethink whether or not I should be letting them know.
But how do you call and tell a manager that his food gave you gas?
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Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Collywobbles -- a rumbly in my tumbly
This one was given to me by anonymous. I think they were just too chicken to tell me they wanted me to talk about my intestinal disturbances.
Fat chance I would avoid that topic!!
In 10 days, it will be one year since I was diagnosed with Celiac's Disease. I know, every time I mention gluten my sister Lyn has promised to punch a kitten, but she's just going to have to suck it up. It's a year and I will talk about it if I want to.
Now being without bread and such good things is second nature to me. I am aware of what I can eat and where I can eat and how I feel when I eat and... blah blah blah.
I have always been one who is self-aware in the personal sense. I know (expect during times of PMS) exactly what I am feeling and why. I know my weaknesses and strengths; I know my motivation and my barriers. What I have never paid attention to is my body.
During many doctors, dentists and chiropractor appointments I have been asked questions about pain, changes in my physical being, and how something makes me feel. Unless the answer is "sleepy" or "hungry", I normally have no response. How long has this been bothering you? is met with a blank stare.
This life style change has caused me to be uber aware of my body's responses. Every gurgle or fart causes me to examine what I've eaten, if it could be glutened and what I need to do to avoid this feeling later.
It gets really confusing. I mean, normal people fart (except for one ex-roommate -- did we educate her!) However, when a person with Celiac's farts or feels bloated, there is widespread PANIC! I mean, I could have overloaded on salt OR I could have eaten something that will cause me to have Alzheimers.
You can see the problem right?
Even stress -- heck, especially stress -- makes my tummy do flip flops (not the shoes) and makes me wonder if I've done something wrong.
I guess the thing is to learn the difference between being glutened and just having the collywobbles.
Fat chance I would avoid that topic!!
In 10 days, it will be one year since I was diagnosed with Celiac's Disease. I know, every time I mention gluten my sister Lyn has promised to punch a kitten, but she's just going to have to suck it up. It's a year and I will talk about it if I want to.
Now being without bread and such good things is second nature to me. I am aware of what I can eat and where I can eat and how I feel when I eat and... blah blah blah.
I have always been one who is self-aware in the personal sense. I know (expect during times of PMS) exactly what I am feeling and why. I know my weaknesses and strengths; I know my motivation and my barriers. What I have never paid attention to is my body.
During many doctors, dentists and chiropractor appointments I have been asked questions about pain, changes in my physical being, and how something makes me feel. Unless the answer is "sleepy" or "hungry", I normally have no response. How long has this been bothering you? is met with a blank stare.
This life style change has caused me to be uber aware of my body's responses. Every gurgle or fart causes me to examine what I've eaten, if it could be glutened and what I need to do to avoid this feeling later.
It gets really confusing. I mean, normal people fart (except for one ex-roommate -- did we educate her!) However, when a person with Celiac's farts or feels bloated, there is widespread PANIC! I mean, I could have overloaded on salt OR I could have eaten something that will cause me to have Alzheimers.
You can see the problem right?
Even stress -- heck, especially stress -- makes my tummy do flip flops (not the shoes) and makes me wonder if I've done something wrong.
I guess the thing is to learn the difference between being glutened and just having the collywobbles.
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Wisdom and folly #reverb10
December 10 Wisdom. What was the wisest decision you made this year, and how did it play out? (prompt by @photobird)
I'm a day late on this one. Well, technically 40 minutes. If I were in BC, this would be right on time.
Why yes, I am postponing having to answer this topic.
This year, I didn't feel very wise. I felt as though I knew very little and, the more I learned, the less I knew. Today, especially, I have felt the opposite of wise, so this makes me feel like I've never been wise in my life.
However, as I go through my year (which Reverb10 is intent on making me do) I realize I have made decisions and, some of them, they were good! Call it wisdom, folly, or luck of the draw, I had some decisions that turned out for the best.
Each decision led to circumstances that enabled me to make other decisions or discoveries I would have otherwise missed. I am sure, after this month is over, you will be tired of hearing about these things because my year has been about the same few things over and over and over again.
In February, I decided to go see my sister for Valentine's Day instead of spending my first married V-day with my husband. Seems like a bad idea, yes, but turns out it was a good decision. That decision led me to be there for the discovery of her Celiac's disease and to realize that it might be mine too.
In June, I decided to go on my first trip to Europe. BY. MYSELF. Okay, yes, it was to see my Dad, but I was going by myself first and then meeting up with him. This decision led to a great deal of panic and terror, but it also led to self-realization that I could do it. I could travel across the world. And that led me to see where my Dad lives and to meet his new (and my new extended) family. That was worth every minute.
I decided it was time to go through all the stuff I had in storage and in boxes that belonged to members of my family and had not been opened for years. It resulted in a great deal of work, but led to gems of terrible pictures, fantastic "heirlooms" and hilarious pieces of my past.
I also decided to open an Etsy shop for all my knitted goods. I had been knitting and knitting since February when Ky taught me and had a ton of product sitting around my house. I opened a shop and sold quite a few items. It's not enough to actually be worth any money, but it has allowed me to be able to buy more knitting supplies!!
Last, but not least, my most wise decision has been one I have made every day for a year. To appreciate every minute of being married to The Guy. Yes, even the minutes when he tickles me until I want to pee and the ones that weren't full of laughter. So, at least once a day, when I decide to love the goofy, wonderful man that he is -- I am wise.
I'm a day late on this one. Well, technically 40 minutes. If I were in BC, this would be right on time.
Why yes, I am postponing having to answer this topic.
This year, I didn't feel very wise. I felt as though I knew very little and, the more I learned, the less I knew. Today, especially, I have felt the opposite of wise, so this makes me feel like I've never been wise in my life.
However, as I go through my year (which Reverb10 is intent on making me do) I realize I have made decisions and, some of them, they were good! Call it wisdom, folly, or luck of the draw, I had some decisions that turned out for the best.
Each decision led to circumstances that enabled me to make other decisions or discoveries I would have otherwise missed. I am sure, after this month is over, you will be tired of hearing about these things because my year has been about the same few things over and over and over again.
In February, I decided to go see my sister for Valentine's Day instead of spending my first married V-day with my husband. Seems like a bad idea, yes, but turns out it was a good decision. That decision led me to be there for the discovery of her Celiac's disease and to realize that it might be mine too.
In June, I decided to go on my first trip to Europe. BY. MYSELF. Okay, yes, it was to see my Dad, but I was going by myself first and then meeting up with him. This decision led to a great deal of panic and terror, but it also led to self-realization that I could do it. I could travel across the world. And that led me to see where my Dad lives and to meet his new (and my new extended) family. That was worth every minute.
I decided it was time to go through all the stuff I had in storage and in boxes that belonged to members of my family and had not been opened for years. It resulted in a great deal of work, but led to gems of terrible pictures, fantastic "heirlooms" and hilarious pieces of my past.
I also decided to open an Etsy shop for all my knitted goods. I had been knitting and knitting since February when Ky taught me and had a ton of product sitting around my house. I opened a shop and sold quite a few items. It's not enough to actually be worth any money, but it has allowed me to be able to buy more knitting supplies!!
Last, but not least, my most wise decision has been one I have made every day for a year. To appreciate every minute of being married to The Guy. Yes, even the minutes when he tickles me until I want to pee and the ones that weren't full of laughter. So, at least once a day, when I decide to love the goofy, wonderful man that he is -- I am wise.
Sunday, December 05, 2010
Let Go Already! #reverb10
December 5 Let Go. What (or whom) did you let go of this year? Why? (prompt by @finslippy)
I was thinking about this all day. Who did I let go of? What did I let go of? I'm not so good at making clean getaways, so this was a lot harder than it sounded for me. But, it dawned on me. I did let go of something.
Gluten.
In February, my sister Ky was diagnosed with Celiacs. Knowing that all her symptoms were my symptoms (which had been diagnosed as numerous other things over the years) I thought I should get tested too. Now, when Ky was diagnosed she spent the next week gorging herself on all things gluten. It seemed like a good plan.
In March, I finally got the results back from the test. I definitely have Celiac disease. So, I walked out of the doctor's office and never ate gluten again. Well, not intentionally at least.
It wasn't very hard to say goodbye to the food: breads, pastas, burgers, fast food, etc. Especially when, after the first few weeks, I felt better than I had in years. What has been hard to let go of is the convenience.
Being Celiac is a royal pain in the butt. Well, except that for the first time it's without the pain in the butt! However, it's all about planning. If I can be at home, with my own ingredients, I am fine. I know what I can eat, I know what I have on hand, and it's all good. Easy, even.
What I miss is being able to drive through a fast-food joint and grab something to go because I'm in a hurry. Being lazy is just not something I'm willing to let go yet.
I was thinking about this all day. Who did I let go of? What did I let go of? I'm not so good at making clean getaways, so this was a lot harder than it sounded for me. But, it dawned on me. I did let go of something.
Gluten.
In February, my sister Ky was diagnosed with Celiacs. Knowing that all her symptoms were my symptoms (which had been diagnosed as numerous other things over the years) I thought I should get tested too. Now, when Ky was diagnosed she spent the next week gorging herself on all things gluten. It seemed like a good plan.
In March, I finally got the results back from the test. I definitely have Celiac disease. So, I walked out of the doctor's office and never ate gluten again. Well, not intentionally at least.
It wasn't very hard to say goodbye to the food: breads, pastas, burgers, fast food, etc. Especially when, after the first few weeks, I felt better than I had in years. What has been hard to let go of is the convenience.
Being Celiac is a royal pain in the butt. Well, except that for the first time it's without the pain in the butt! However, it's all about planning. If I can be at home, with my own ingredients, I am fine. I know what I can eat, I know what I have on hand, and it's all good. Easy, even.
What I miss is being able to drive through a fast-food joint and grab something to go because I'm in a hurry. Being lazy is just not something I'm willing to let go yet.
Friday, October 22, 2010
I'm sick and apparently *someone* doesn't love me anymore
About 25 minutes ago, I had a specific number of followers for this blog. Now, I have one less. Ouch. Was it something I said?
Perhaps it is that I have, for the umpteenth* week in a row been quite half-assed about blogging. I keep thinking of things, but then it's 2am and I'm groping for a pen or trying to type on my Blackberry and then The Guy is like "What are you doing and why are you tapping?" so I give up. By the next morning, I have forgotten all the important things to tell you.
Except that I wrote "standing on my soap box" at 2am and I don't know why.
I am sick. AGAIN. I feel like I have been sick every other month for the last 3 years. I don't remember even being sick this often before, but that could be because Mom had a strict "fever or vomit" policy when it came to sickness. Now that I'm working in the real world, if I cough on something I am instantly sprayed with Lysol and sent home so I don't infect anyone. It's fine and all, but I'm getting tired of it.
This week, I felt great. Then *bam* I went from sniffling for an afternoon to a row of 30 sneezes that dislocated my left shoulder and then a sore throat that felt like glass shards cemented into a fence top for protection. In a matter of hours, I went from fine to death.
I guess I thought that with the Celiac's thing diagnosed and under control, my immune system would start to bounce back. I know Celiac's is an auto-immune disease, but I assumed no bread = some better semblance of health than I had in the last while. No such luck.
So, instead of sleeping, I am mouth breathing, knitting a sweater on commission for a dog in Calgary, and feeling otherwise like a piece of poop. I should try and sleep, but I've had an hour in the last 36 hours and I feel fine. It might be all the caffeine I had today in tea and all the sugar I've had in the ginger ale, but I feel great. I mean, except for the not breathing, sore throat, aches and pains thing.
Also, I beat my sister-in-law's score on Facebook Bejeweled, so I'm pretty much riding that high. Suck on that, Melanie!!!!!
Update: I was going to write about umpteenth here. When I was a kid, I thought it was a word my mom made up. When I heard someone else use it, I was pretty sure Mom was famous.
Dude, I've had a lot of cold medication today.
Perhaps it is that I have, for the umpteenth* week in a row been quite half-assed about blogging. I keep thinking of things, but then it's 2am and I'm groping for a pen or trying to type on my Blackberry and then The Guy is like "What are you doing and why are you tapping?" so I give up. By the next morning, I have forgotten all the important things to tell you.
Except that I wrote "standing on my soap box" at 2am and I don't know why.
I am sick. AGAIN. I feel like I have been sick every other month for the last 3 years. I don't remember even being sick this often before, but that could be because Mom had a strict "fever or vomit" policy when it came to sickness. Now that I'm working in the real world, if I cough on something I am instantly sprayed with Lysol and sent home so I don't infect anyone. It's fine and all, but I'm getting tired of it.
This week, I felt great. Then *bam* I went from sniffling for an afternoon to a row of 30 sneezes that dislocated my left shoulder and then a sore throat that felt like glass shards cemented into a fence top for protection. In a matter of hours, I went from fine to death.
I guess I thought that with the Celiac's thing diagnosed and under control, my immune system would start to bounce back. I know Celiac's is an auto-immune disease, but I assumed no bread = some better semblance of health than I had in the last while. No such luck.
So, instead of sleeping, I am mouth breathing, knitting a sweater on commission for a dog in Calgary, and feeling otherwise like a piece of poop. I should try and sleep, but I've had an hour in the last 36 hours and I feel fine. It might be all the caffeine I had today in tea and all the sugar I've had in the ginger ale, but I feel great. I mean, except for the not breathing, sore throat, aches and pains thing.
Also, I beat my sister-in-law's score on Facebook Bejeweled, so I'm pretty much riding that high. Suck on that, Melanie!!!!!
Update: I was going to write about umpteenth here. When I was a kid, I thought it was a word my mom made up. When I heard someone else use it, I was pretty sure Mom was famous.
Dude, I've had a lot of cold medication today.
Friday, September 10, 2010
Sweating and Snacking -- two things I'm good at
A month or so ago, I was contacted by a group wanting to send me the new Kraft Sweat and Snack package. Since I've been slacking on the Wii lately, I thought I would give it a try.
Today, it arrived in the mail!
Well, at first I thought it was a garbage can. It came in a large package with a garbage can on the side. Since I didn't order a garbage can, I was confused.
When I opened it, I knew my kit had finally arrived. I was super pumped! I love things in boxes, it's like Christmas any time of the year.
I love exercise equipment. I know that is weird, considering how difficult I find it to be active, but I love the feel of gym mats, pulleys, exercise balls, etc. One by one, I opened the containers and examined my haul.
I got an exercise ball (in pink!), a yoga mat (it's squishy!), three different stretchy pull things to help with muscles and things (I'm awesome at exercise), a nifty gym bag (in neon!), a skipping rope, and 3 types of rice thins.
This was one of the real reasons I wanted to get this package. The Kraft Rice Thins Brown Rice Crisps in three varieties. They are all gluten free! Since my diagnosis with Celiac's Disease in March, I've been on the hunt for good snacking material.
After playing with the pulley things (I'm so weak!) and taking way too long to figure out how to get into the yoga mat bag (side zipper), I sat down to try the Rice Crisps. First up: Sour Cream and French Onion -- pretty good, nice taste, will likely be a regular in my snack closet. Second: Sweet Mesquite Barbecue -- really quite good, very BBQ ish and will be good to replace my favourite Mesquite chips which I can't eat any more. Third and finally: Sea Salt and Pepper -- I'm a big baby, so these were too peppery. I liked them, but likely not one I will keep.
Now that I've talked about them again, I'm going to go back upstairs and get some more.
Tomorrow, I will work out!
Today, it arrived in the mail!
Well, at first I thought it was a garbage can. It came in a large package with a garbage can on the side. Since I didn't order a garbage can, I was confused.
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| Look, goodies!! |
When I opened it, I knew my kit had finally arrived. I was super pumped! I love things in boxes, it's like Christmas any time of the year.
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| Even Monty was pretty excited. |
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| The goods. Also, Monty saw a camera, so posed. |
This was one of the real reasons I wanted to get this package. The Kraft Rice Thins Brown Rice Crisps in three varieties. They are all gluten free! Since my diagnosis with Celiac's Disease in March, I've been on the hunt for good snacking material.
After playing with the pulley things (I'm so weak!) and taking way too long to figure out how to get into the yoga mat bag (side zipper), I sat down to try the Rice Crisps. First up: Sour Cream and French Onion -- pretty good, nice taste, will likely be a regular in my snack closet. Second: Sweet Mesquite Barbecue -- really quite good, very BBQ ish and will be good to replace my favourite Mesquite chips which I can't eat any more. Third and finally: Sea Salt and Pepper -- I'm a big baby, so these were too peppery. I liked them, but likely not one I will keep.
Now that I've talked about them again, I'm going to go back upstairs and get some more.
Tomorrow, I will work out!
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Gluten, gluten, gluten!
I know, you're tired of hearing about it. You're all like "Bron, we get that you used to be gassy and depressed, but seriously, if we have to hear about your diet one more time, we're going to force feed you pasta." I know. Shush, it's okay.
SUCK IT UP. It's my site and I will talk about farts and wheat if I want to.
This week has been a bit of an eye opener for me. Celiac disease in my own home is relatively easy. Sure, I sometimes want to bury my face in flour and breathe deeply, but that could happen to anyone. For the most part, I make good food for me and am a responsible Gluten-holic. I can't have it, but I want it desperately. I behave, but only because I know if I don't, it will hurt me.
This week, I've been at a conference. One where I did not have time nor place to tell them I could not eat gluten. One that has served meals of pancakes (breakfast), pasta (lunch on Thurs), pirogies (lunch on Friday -- I always thought it was spelled perogies?) and snacks of cookies and pecan pie.
I came awful close to attacking people for what was on their plates. I talked to the wait staff and the chef has been amazing enough to make me special meals. He's been a dream and the serving staff have been awesome. PS, the Saskatoon Radisson rocks. Even though their sleep beds suck, but they can't help that.
However, on Thursday night, unbeknown to me, I got some gluten in something at a local restaurant. The one who swore that item was gluten free. Not so much, but what can you do?
Well, what I can do is be thankful I had a room alone.
Now, today I felt a ton better and I started talking to a couple of like minded souls about our bowels. It lead me to think about how grateful I am for this diagnosis and the things I had which I do not have any longer. Without futher ado, I give you the list!
Bold is what I had. Striked is what I no longer have. After 20 ish days!!! Get ready to have TMI!!!
Signs & Symptoms of Celiac Disease*
Alopecia (I don't know what this means. UPDATE: It means hair loss. Nope!)
Anemias, especially iron and folic (working on this!)
Anorexia
Autism
Autoimmune arthritis
Autoimmune connective tissue diseases
Autoimmune thyroiditis
Cerebellar ataxia
Cerebral and cerebellar atrophy
Cerebral calcifications
Chromosome aberrations
Chronic fatigue (getting better, now I just can't sleep!)
Chronic liver disease
Colitis
Constipation
Delayed puberty
Dental enamel defects (permanent damage)
Depression
Down’s syndrome
Early menopause
Febrile seizures
Gallbladder dysfunction
Gallstones
IgA deficiency
IgA nephropathy
infertility (scariest possibility)
Insulin-dependent diabetes mellitus
Intestinal Cancers
Kidney Stones
Low Calcium
Low Iron
Low Magnesium
Low Vitamin A
Low Vitamin D
Low Vitamin K
Low Zinc
Mild ataxia
Monoarthritis
Muscular hypotonia
Neurological disorders
Obesity (well, I'm "overweight" so says Wii, but I'm getting better!)
Obstructive pulmonary disease
Osteomalacia
Osteoporosis (on my way, but putting a stop to it!)
Pancreatic insufficiency
Pica
Pulmonary bleeding
Retarded motor development
Rickets
Sacroileitis
Schizophrenia
Short stature
Single generalized seizures
Spontaneous, low-impact fractures
Systemic lupus erythematosus
White-matter brain lesions
Symptoms and Conditions Associated with Gluten Sensitivity
Craving for wheat/gluten or inability to stop eating it
Obesity
Allergies, asthma
Sinus congestion, post-nasal drip
Arthritis
Joint and muscle aches
Diarrhea and/or constipation
Gas, bloating, abdominal pain
IBS, colitis, gastritis
Psoriasis, eczema or unexplained rash
Depression, anxiety or mood-swings
Hormonal imbalance
Neurological disorders
Memory loss
Unexplained Chronic Fatigue
Fibromyalgia
Increased liver enzymes
Frequent canker sores
Iron-deficiency anemia
Headaches / Migraines (near headache free for the first time in ~ 7 years!)
Hyperactivity
Osteoporosis
Dental problems
Short stature
*Info from glutendoctors.com
This is the greatest thing for me. The pain is going away. If I keep this up, I will not be in pain except for rare occasions rather than all the time. It keeps me going.
It keeps me from killing small children for their chicken fingers. And that is all that matters.
SUCK IT UP. It's my site and I will talk about farts and wheat if I want to.
This week has been a bit of an eye opener for me. Celiac disease in my own home is relatively easy. Sure, I sometimes want to bury my face in flour and breathe deeply, but that could happen to anyone. For the most part, I make good food for me and am a responsible Gluten-holic. I can't have it, but I want it desperately. I behave, but only because I know if I don't, it will hurt me.
This week, I've been at a conference. One where I did not have time nor place to tell them I could not eat gluten. One that has served meals of pancakes (breakfast), pasta (lunch on Thurs), pirogies (lunch on Friday -- I always thought it was spelled perogies?) and snacks of cookies and pecan pie.
I came awful close to attacking people for what was on their plates. I talked to the wait staff and the chef has been amazing enough to make me special meals. He's been a dream and the serving staff have been awesome. PS, the Saskatoon Radisson rocks. Even though their sleep beds suck, but they can't help that.
However, on Thursday night, unbeknown to me, I got some gluten in something at a local restaurant. The one who swore that item was gluten free. Not so much, but what can you do?
Well, what I can do is be thankful I had a room alone.
Now, today I felt a ton better and I started talking to a couple of like minded souls about our bowels. It lead me to think about how grateful I am for this diagnosis and the things I had which I do not have any longer. Without futher ado, I give you the list!
Bold is what I had. Striked is what I no longer have. After 20 ish days!!! Get ready to have TMI!!!
Signs & Symptoms of Celiac Disease*
Alopecia (I don't know what this means. UPDATE: It means hair loss. Nope!)
Anemias, especially iron and folic (working on this!)
Anorexia
Autism
Autoimmune arthritis
Autoimmune connective tissue diseases
Autoimmune thyroiditis
Cerebellar ataxia
Cerebral and cerebellar atrophy
Cerebral calcifications
Chromosome aberrations
Chronic fatigue (getting better, now I just can't sleep!)
Chronic liver disease
Colitis
Delayed puberty
Dental enamel defects (permanent damage)
Down’s syndrome
Early menopause
Febrile seizures
Gallbladder dysfunction
Gallstones
IgA deficiency
IgA nephropathy
infertility (scariest possibility)
Insulin-dependent diabetes mellitus
Intestinal Cancers
Kidney Stones
Low Calcium
Low Iron
Low Magnesium
Low Vitamin A
Low Vitamin D
Low Vitamin K
Low Zinc
Mild ataxia
Monoarthritis
Muscular hypotonia
Neurological disorders
Obesity (well, I'm "overweight" so says Wii, but I'm getting better!)
Obstructive pulmonary disease
Osteomalacia
Osteoporosis (on my way, but putting a stop to it!)
Pancreatic insufficiency
Pica
Pulmonary bleeding
Retarded motor development
Rickets
Sacroileitis
Schizophrenia
Short stature
Single generalized seizures
Spontaneous, low-impact fractures
Systemic lupus erythematosus
White-matter brain lesions
Symptoms and Conditions Associated with Gluten Sensitivity
Obesity
Allergies, asthma
Sinus congestion, post-nasal drip
Arthritis
Joint and muscle aches
Neurological disorders
Memory loss
Unexplained Chronic Fatigue
Fibromyalgia
Increased liver enzymes
Frequent canker sores
Iron-deficiency anemia
Hyperactivity
Osteoporosis
Dental problems
Short stature
*Info from glutendoctors.com
This is the greatest thing for me. The pain is going away. If I keep this up, I will not be in pain except for rare occasions rather than all the time. It keeps me going.
It keeps me from killing small children for their chicken fingers. And that is all that matters.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
I'm so hungry, I could eat a crib full of babies. As long as they are made of bread.
Every time I start a diet... pardon me. Every time I begin a "lifestyle change", I go through a week of absolute ravenous starvation. No matter what it is, the moment my body knows there is going to be a change in the way I eat, it revolts by immediately demanding all the things I have decided it cannot have.
It knows what is bad for it and it wants it NOW. My body is a three year old child in midst of a tantrum.
Since finding out I'm Celiac and discovering what it means, I have been off the gluten. Today is day 7 and it is all I can do not to rip a loaf of French bread from someone's hands, and beat them to death with it, before standing with a foot on their neck while I devour the entire loaf in one bite.
Sigh. That sounds awesome.
And yes, I know, there are lots of gluten free breads and cinnamon buns and muffins and BLAH BLAH. I don't care. I'm pouting. So stuff it.
The Guy says I've lost weight already. While this did get him major bonus points and loads of affection, I have not verified this fact with the All Mighty Wii. When I do, I am sure I will be quite pleased and thankful and whatever.
But right now, I want to drown my sorrows in Sticky Toffee Pudding. With a side of bread.
It knows what is bad for it and it wants it NOW. My body is a three year old child in midst of a tantrum.
Since finding out I'm Celiac and discovering what it means, I have been off the gluten. Today is day 7 and it is all I can do not to rip a loaf of French bread from someone's hands, and beat them to death with it, before standing with a foot on their neck while I devour the entire loaf in one bite.
Sigh. That sounds awesome.
And yes, I know, there are lots of gluten free breads and cinnamon buns and muffins and BLAH BLAH. I don't care. I'm pouting. So stuff it.
The Guy says I've lost weight already. While this did get him major bonus points and loads of affection, I have not verified this fact with the All Mighty Wii. When I do, I am sure I will be quite pleased and thankful and whatever.
But right now, I want to drown my sorrows in Sticky Toffee Pudding. With a side of bread.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Wheatless home on the prairies
Since my sister Ky announced in February she was diagnosed with Celiac's disease, we knew it was a matter of time before the rest of us had to get tested. We all have similar symptoms and have been going to doctors for years with limited success. Now that we know it exists in our family, we can get tested.
I got home from Victoria and immediately went to the doctor to get the test underway. One big blood test later (seriously, I don't think I had blood left when they were done) I had to wait for the results. Since I've had numerous other health issues going on, the one week waiting period turned into three in order for all the results to come in at the same time.
Wednesday was that time.
I walked into the doctor's office, got into my paper gown (the physical was that day too, oh joy) and waited. I've been a bit anxious about what the results of the Celiac test would be, so finally being so close to an answer was a bit nerve racking.
My lovely doctor came in, sat down, told me the results of the test and immediately took my blood pressure. Not such a good choice it turns out. Perhaps she should have reversed that?
I have Celiac's disease. My levels were far and beyond the highest of the measurable scales. The levels that were "extremely high" were left in the dust by my results. For once, I'm an overachiever. Yay me.
It means going on a gluten-free diet. No wheat. No bread. No pasta. No cereal. Forever.
I've had a month to digest this (pardon the pun) but it was still kind of a kick to the junk. I know I will adjust. I will be forced to eat healthier and this is awesome. However, I have to admit, I am in mourning. It's going to be a big adjustment. I'm going to have to learn how to cook healthier, want to cook healthier, eat healthier, want to eat healthier. I'm going to have to stop eating a family sized box of Mini Wheats a month.
I know it will be good for me. I will likely lose weight (Dr. figures my body can't process the gluten so it stores it -- just in cases). I will not be as tired. I will not be as irritable. I will not be as gassy. (The world rejoices at that one. Especially Monty and The Guy. Dutch oven gets old fast.) I will feel better.
Really, I should be looking on the up side of this. It will be nice not to have bi-polar intestines with the emotional stability of a pubescent teenage girl in the hysterics of unrequited love.
But I will really miss Mini Wheats.
I got home from Victoria and immediately went to the doctor to get the test underway. One big blood test later (seriously, I don't think I had blood left when they were done) I had to wait for the results. Since I've had numerous other health issues going on, the one week waiting period turned into three in order for all the results to come in at the same time.
Wednesday was that time.
I walked into the doctor's office, got into my paper gown (the physical was that day too, oh joy) and waited. I've been a bit anxious about what the results of the Celiac test would be, so finally being so close to an answer was a bit nerve racking.
My lovely doctor came in, sat down, told me the results of the test and immediately took my blood pressure. Not such a good choice it turns out. Perhaps she should have reversed that?
I have Celiac's disease. My levels were far and beyond the highest of the measurable scales. The levels that were "extremely high" were left in the dust by my results. For once, I'm an overachiever. Yay me.
It means going on a gluten-free diet. No wheat. No bread. No pasta. No cereal. Forever.
I've had a month to digest this (pardon the pun) but it was still kind of a kick to the junk. I know I will adjust. I will be forced to eat healthier and this is awesome. However, I have to admit, I am in mourning. It's going to be a big adjustment. I'm going to have to learn how to cook healthier, want to cook healthier, eat healthier, want to eat healthier. I'm going to have to stop eating a family sized box of Mini Wheats a month.
I know it will be good for me. I will likely lose weight (Dr. figures my body can't process the gluten so it stores it -- just in cases). I will not be as tired. I will not be as irritable. I will not be as gassy. (The world rejoices at that one. Especially Monty and The Guy. Dutch oven gets old fast.) I will feel better.
Really, I should be looking on the up side of this. It will be nice not to have bi-polar intestines with the emotional stability of a pubescent teenage girl in the hysterics of unrequited love.
But I will really miss Mini Wheats.
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