We are still gluten free over here. My husband has lost something like 15 pounds, but have I lost an ounce? That's a big fat No.
I am cooking cooking cooking cooking cooking and then there is a huge mess and I am cleaning cleaning cleaning cleaning cleaning. The rest of the house is in shambles. Dustbunnies galore, kitty litter on the bathroom floor, hair clippings on the sink from when I cut my bangs. Two weeks ago.
Gluten. Who would have thought? Cheese, sure. I could blame cheese. Spicy food? I thought for sure spicy food was off limits. But it's the gluten, there's almost no doubt. Suddenly my husband has regained the energy I forgot he ever had. He stopped snoring, which is a hugely positive development for me. He says his brain isn't foggy any more.
So yes. No gluten. No sandwiches, no flour tortilla burritos, no cookies, no regular stuff. Everyone has been very helpful by offering hints, tips, suggestions, because as it turns out tons of people are gluten intolerant. And their hints and tips are so welcome and needed. But I am a little bitter about gluten-free flour substitutes and their propensity to turn all baked goods into hockey pucks. I'm a little irked about simple things like soy sauce and cold cuts and what shall I do as far as stuffing is concerned on Thanksgiving? Even gravy usually has wheat in it.
I might be a little irritable today.
First world problems, I'm fond of reminding myself. Oh, poor us! We can't eat gluten! I guess we will have to eat one of the four quadrillion other things that are available to us from our shiny and sparkling grocery stores.
Perspective is where it's at.