...seem to be the day the Bug Of Creative Writing bites my booty. Apparently, some of you actually like reading what my brain barfs out at the No Good Hour so I'll do my best to at least write once a week. If you haven't heard from me by Wednesday, shoot me a message to make sure I'm okay.
I am gluten free as of 1/1/12. The decision was two-fold. I was diagnosed with IBS late in 2011 (which, as far as I'm concerned, is about as valid a diagnosis as "bronchitis") AND I wanted to see if avoiding gluten would have any impact on my i-BS-ery. Answer? Meh. It wasn't hard to get rid of gluten. I don't really like bread, so that was easy. It sucks to give up pasta, but Tinkyada makes a brilliant substitute (wish it wasn't $847 per package....sheesh) so I can get by. I miss cookies somewhat, or the occasional piece of cake but holy shit, "They" put gluten in friggin' everything, huh? I don't have the time/energy/desire to cook all the time; sometimes (read: always) I need something I can grab and go. That leaves me with fruits and veggies. That leaves me very hungry quite often and shitting enough fiber pebbles to make a bunny jealous. Annoying.
I am hungry. Going gluten-free is a pain in the ass. I mean, it really isn't, but it sort of is because I don't eat enough damn food anyway and boiling a damn box of pasta, covering it in butter and snowflaking it with an entire container of parmy cheese is wicked easy. I seriously take absolutely shitty care of myself on a food level. It is very very common for me to get to bed realizing I have gone the entire day without eating a damn thing. That. Is. Colossally. STUPID. Now, when I realize this foreign, bizarre sensation might actually be hunger, a half a bag of baby carrots and a handful of sugar snap peas positively sucks at quelling it. What I need at that point is like...a boulder covered in sirloin. Jus' sayin'.
I am gluten free as of 1/1/12. The decision was two-fold. I was diagnosed with IBS late in 2011 (which, as far as I'm concerned, is about as valid a diagnosis as "bronchitis") AND I wanted to see if avoiding gluten would have any impact on my i-BS-ery. Answer? Meh. It wasn't hard to get rid of gluten. I don't really like bread, so that was easy. It sucks to give up pasta, but Tinkyada makes a brilliant substitute (wish it wasn't $847 per package....sheesh) so I can get by. I miss cookies somewhat, or the occasional piece of cake but holy shit, "They" put gluten in friggin' everything, huh? I don't have the time/energy/desire to cook all the time; sometimes (read: always) I need something I can grab and go. That leaves me with fruits and veggies. That leaves me very hungry quite often and shitting enough fiber pebbles to make a bunny jealous. Annoying.
I am hungry. Going gluten-free is a pain in the ass. I mean, it really isn't, but it sort of is because I don't eat enough damn food anyway and boiling a damn box of pasta, covering it in butter and snowflaking it with an entire container of parmy cheese is wicked easy. I seriously take absolutely shitty care of myself on a food level. It is very very common for me to get to bed realizing I have gone the entire day without eating a damn thing. That. Is. Colossally. STUPID. Now, when I realize this foreign, bizarre sensation might actually be hunger, a half a bag of baby carrots and a handful of sugar snap peas positively sucks at quelling it. What I need at that point is like...a boulder covered in sirloin. Jus' sayin'.
