• Doesn’t this food look good? Arghhhhhhh, I wouldn’t know. That’s just me feeling a bit lowdown today. Some days are better than others. This picture was taken on one of our days in Israel last month. We visited a Druze village and were met with the most gracious hospitality. The host of our visit served a meal to all 39 people on our tour. And 37 of us could eat it. Me and the young girl with the peanut allergy brown bagged it with food from the hotel. I did feel just a tad bit sorry for myself, as everyone chowed down with squeals of delight. Mostly I am just grateful to not have the tummy rumblings so familiar to me when I eat gluten. But then there are times when 37 other people are eating what you’d love to eat, but can’t, and you wonder whether you were standing in the wrong line when small intestines were being delivered.

    I’ve begun to think about strategies for how to successfully navigate my way through the waters of Celiac (get it, the waters of Babylon?!?!….oh, that was really bad and dumb). For example, when we’re invited to dinner at a friend’s house, I’m just going to bring my own food. At least for now, while I’m in healing mode. Maybe when my blood levels get back to normal, I’ll be less stringent. Although maybe by then I’ll feel so much better that I won’t want to take a chance. Or perhaps I’ll pack my own traveling bag that has a cutting board, knife, etc. in it. So that when I arrive, I can help prepare the food using my own utensils and tools. Of course, I’ll have to explain to the host prior to our arrival. And that opens up a whole other barrel of challenges. Like how to do it and not make the host or hostess feel insulted. Yup, I’m struggling here.

    At first I thought it was unnecessary to waste time talking with my therapist about my Celiac Disease (yes, I’m really owning it now). But not anymore. I can see that the issues I’ve always grappled with are just “more of the same” when it comes to CD. The disease just gives me another parking space for my issues. So, how is it that someone who performs in front of hundreds of children and parents, gives keynote speeches in front of thousands of teachers, doesn’t have the moxie to tell her friends that they need to be more understanding? That no, I’m not going overboard when I say I needed to get rid of all of our wooden utensils and cutting board and colander and buy new ones. To tell them to be more patient as I try to understand how to live with CD. Don’t know the answer yet. I’m working on it. But it’s simmering just below the surface. I just need to figure out a way to deliver the information without blowing a gasket.

    Now, on to another subject. I am eating more cookies and protein type bars than I ever did pre-Celiac. What the heck is going on? The moment I see anything that says gluten-free, I’m all over it. If I like it, it becomes a regular part of my diet. I’m going to gain weight, or so says the Dr. Kelly (my GI doc). But I won’t know whether I’m gaining it from eating more cookies and cake and bread than I’ve ever eaten in my life, or because I’m finally absorbing the nutrients in the food I’m eating!

    And finally, let me say that thanks to a friend, I’ve discovered a source for gluten-free hamentaschen, just in time for Purim. The hummies (that’s what we affectionately call them) are being delivered to our doorstep in the next few days, along with decadent GF brownies and GF bread. They’re coming from a bakery in Royal Oak, Michigan called Sugar Kisses. I’m almost as excited about this order as I am about the new camera we’re about to get. Really, you’d think I’d won the lottery!

    Off to make dinner. Hopefully, the new camera (yup, the camera never made it off the plane when we flew home from Israel) should be here by tomorrow or the next day. Then I’ll be able to take pictures again. Lovely GF food pictures by me, because IAMGLUTENFREE!!!

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