It’s been one hell of a weekend.
Friday brought me a “non-celiac gluten sensitivity” (or NCGS) diagnosis.
Saturday was bout day (my very first as a skater and something that will warrant its own post at some point).
Sunday brought a wicked awful cold and something that made Boy Wonder vomit everywhere.
So right now my whole house smells like puke, both the kids and I are sick (Boy Wonder is still in bed at 11am) and I cannot eat Triscuits.
I am aware I am whining. SAHMs don’t take sick days, yo.
I did hit my goal weight last Friday.
The lowest weight I’ve been at since 9 months pregnant with Chuck (who is almost 2 1/2 now). I was totally ecstatic.
Then I had pizza. And a couple of Triscuits. And a sandwich on Dave’s Killer Bread. Not all at once, but in a 24 hour period. This was before my NCGS diagnosis.
And holy smokes, did I expand. Like an accordion.
I bloated up 4 pounds in 24 hours.
I was so horrified, I didn’t bother to post my Mamavation post last week. I am reading more labels than ever before.
I am having to say no to things I never thought I would, like Jello and some cheeses. Baguettes. Croutons. Pasta.
It’s only been two days of “gluten light” (I’m working my way slowly to gluten free) and I already feel eons better. And I’m closer to my goal weight than I was last week.
So I just have to realize this is the best thing for me and my poor beleaguered body and that eating gluten free isn’t too hard
Oh, and a poor sad sick Chuck says hello.