June 1 was the date I went gluten-free. Not because it is the new, cool thing to do, but because a blood test showed a high likelihood that I am allergic to gluten. So I’m giving it a try for 3 months. Now, I’m not advocating that everyone start this diet, but please regard this post as a hazard sign along the gluten-free path that some take.
I don’t eat boxed cookies. I mean, I didn’t. Until June 1. Then I discovered gluten-free cookies. And I bought them and I ate them and I bought more and I ate those and then I tried some other kinds, and those were good too… you get the idea. Healthier than my diet before June 1? Nope. I have gained weight, I have been close to getting a cold (because of all the sugar) and I, in general, feel pretty badly about myself.
Why is it that our brains have such a funny relationship with food? Somewhere in the back of my mind I may have been worried that I wasn’t going to get enough to eat since I suddenly couldn’t have gluten!? So I turned to cookies. Chocolate chip, raisin, double chocolate chunk. Now I’m feeling less ‘healthy’ and more ‘chocolate chunk’ than ever before.
So, my dear readers, please keep me accountable to eating what I know is good. Ingredients that I can pronounce, food that is real, loads of raw fruit and veg, and the widest variety I possibly can. My life was just fine before gluten-free baked goods, and I’m sure it will be fine without them now as well. =-)
