I have big news. Big, big news.
I ate a roll.
You probably expected something more grandiose, like "I got a new job!" or "Andy contracted fatal acne". But to me it's big. I've been living gluten free, with a few accidental exceptions, for four months. I wasn't sure if this was going to be a lifetime change, or if a few months off might heal me up enough to be able to handle it again.
When I went hiking with DeLee a couple of weeks ago, I accidentally ate beef jerky which had been marinated in soy sauce. I stopped as soon as I realized what I had done, then waited. And no pain. So this past Monday, I bought a wheat roll to eat with my lunch.
Man, that was a good roll.
I waited nervously all afternoon for the stab of massive pain. And it never showed up.
So, that was nice.
I'm planning another experiment next week. Perhaps soy sauce. I'm not jumping back into the world of gluten too vigorously, because it hurt too much for that. But it would be nice to be able to be less careful than I am right now.
Beer. Right there, beer, is a thing it would be nice to be less careful with. Some of the gluten free beers aren't awful, but none of them are fantastic. And you know I like me the fancy beers. It's porter time of year. You really need a good porter when you make chili. It brings out the deliciousness. (I mean, you put the beer in the chili when it's cooking. But drinking it is also nice.)
Am seriously hoping to be able to report in another week or so that I ate another gluten thing and I still felt fine.
Oh, gluten. I hardly knew ye. And I'd like to get back in touch.