Between the EGD and actual, technical, diagnosis, it's kind of like free reign. The doctor told me I didn't have to start eating GF yet. Well, I didn't Friday (day after procedure) but I tried Saturday, and I really tried Sunday. And most of Monday, I did pretty good. How do I know that? Well, Monday afternoon came and I was feeling a clarity in my head that I didn't realize wasn't there until it was there. I also started reading more about this lifestyle and was getting really sad. "I'm never going to eat out again!!!!"
So what do I do? I tell Steven I want to eat out one more time. And not worry about what I was eating. We got Panda. You know what? It wasn't even that good! You know what else? I felt like a zombie about an hour later. And my stomach felt funky because I'm pretty sure I ate way too much.
I guess gluten free really is my life now. Here's to more energy and maybe a clean house?
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