I am laying in bed because I'm in too much pain to stand. I know the worst will be over soon but the discomfort will linger for days. I just had to cancel a date with someone who always bends over backwards to make time for me despite our conflicting schedules and even though it's not my fault, I still feel guilty. I'm supposed to be meeting up with my friends later but I guess I'll just live vicariously through their Facebook updates. In less than 48 hours I'll be on a plane to California to see two of my closest friends for a long overdue reunion but now the 7 hour trip out there is going to be fall less enjoyable.
All of this because I accidentally ate something today that had gluten. I'm not even sure what it was. I grabbed a couple snacks at work because I was busy and don't always have the time to stop and cook from scratch. I had a delicious dinner at my friend's tonight but I didn't think to interrogate him about every ingredient in the marinade or the seasoning.
After 27 years of this, I had grown accustomed to the pain. It had become a lifestyle. But ever since my diagnosis, and especially since I began this 100 day crusade to heal myself, it has started to get to me in ways it never did before. I never thought I'd say this in my blog but... it's just not fair. It's not fair that I am intolerant to what is one of the most widely consumed substances on this planet. I have other foods I can't tolerate, like bananas and pineapple, but their easy to avoid. I only really have to be careful with mystery shots that friends buy me when we're out dancing.
Sometimes, I just don't have the time or the energy to avoid gluten. I miss so many meals because I'm busy and there's nothing close by that is gluten-free. I put so many things back on the shelf because I don't have the heart to go through a label with 20-30 ingredients and compare it to my "oh wait, you can't eat that" list. I always have to make time to eat before going to a party or event because I often arrive only to find that everything the host prepared will hurt my body.
I know this pain will pass and sooner or later I will feel right as rain again but tonight, I just pray to the baby Jesus that the drugs the Belgiums are testing in Europe don't have any crazy side effects and make it to America soon so I can once again eat a sandwich or have a slice of pizza.
It's hard to explain what it feels like to not have your mom cook your favorite dinner on your birthday (lasagna and raspberry swirl cheesecake) or have everyone second guessing every ingredient they use when you come over for dinner. It gets tiresome explaining what gluten is and what foods contain it over and over again. It even makes me embarassed sometimes to have the chef brought out of the kitchen in a packed restaurant because I'd like to eat something other than a salad and the waiter has never even heard of gluten, let alone know what entree it may be lurking in.
Tonight, I just have to deal with the pain. Lunch tomorrow: A nice salad, hold the dressing.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Monday, June 15, 2009
100 Days Without Gluten: Day #16 - A Confusing Disease
My friend sent this article to me and it brings back so many memories of my youth:
Jacob Rosenblum, 13, used to take peanut butter and jelly sandwiches on whole wheat bread to school for lunch. Then he learned that the gluten in the bread was making him sick. Last fall, he was diagnosed with celiac disease — an autoimmune condition that afflicts about 1 percent of Americans. Experts say it is likely that a few million people have the disease but don't know it.
Symptom Checklist
Bloating and abdominal pain are common symptoms of celiac disease. Increasingly, experts have identified a broad range of additional symptoms that include hair loss, fatigue, canker sores, itchy skin rashes, and tingling in the hands and feet. A blood test is used to diagnose the condition.
Expanding Options In Gluten-Free Cooking
Since Jacob was diagnosed in the fall of 2008, the Rosenblums have restocked their pantry. Jules Gluten-Free Flour has replaced Bisquick, and they use it to make the traditional Toll House chocolate chip cookies.
The Rosenblums have tried lots of new recipes. Recently, they've been turned onto red quinoa — a nutritious, protein-rich grain that is gluten-free. Jacob's father, Jay, tried a new black bean, cilantro and quinoa recipe from Bon Appetit recently. Jacob says the grain is similar to rice, but it has a funny texture and flavor.
"It's more tough, and it has a more of a bitter flavor," he says. "But it's still good." He says he eats a lot of corn- and potato-based foods.
"Utz chips are gluten-free," he says, as he points to the labeling on the bag. For lunch, his mom, Robin, reheats leftovers and packs them in a thermos. If they're in a rush, Jacob says, pocket sandwiches by the organic food company Amy's are easy to take and heat up.
Diagnosis Is The First Step To A Solution
Jacob used to have excruciating stomach pains. During seventh grade, he remembers dashing off to the bathroom during tests. "Then I had less time to take the test." And after sports practices, he'd come home doubled over in pain.
At the time, his family had no idea the pain was triggered by eating gluten — a protein found in wheat, barley and rye grains.
"It got to the point where I had to miss sports practices and games because I was so sick," Jacob recalls. "It was really painful."
His mom says that, in hindsight, she recalls Jacob having bouts of stomach problems. At one point, she'd suspected he was lactose intolerant, but the symptoms always seemed to pass. When she took him to the pediatrician, she was nervous.
"I thought there was something seriously wrong," she says. She had read about celiac disease on the Internet after searching around for clues. "It was in the back of my mind, so I mentioned it to the doctor."
At the time Jacob was being tested, she didn't know her husband carried the genes for the disease. When Jacob's blood tests came back positive for celiac, she was surprised.
The day after Jacob's diagnosis, she got a little teary in a grocery-story aisle after realizing how many foods contain gluten. It's not just breads and baked goods: The list includes soy sauces, salad dressings and many other processed foods. It stressed her out, but she says she realized pretty quickly how lucky they were.
"I was elated," says Robin. "There's no medicine, no surgery." She said it was such a relief to know he could get better by changing his diet.
Diagnosis And Diet Changes Lead To A Quick Recovery
Jacob's turnaround was quick. Once he gave up his peanut butter and jellies on whole wheat, along with his breakfast cereals and pasta, he says he got almost immediate relief.
"Within like one or two weeks of going gluten-free, I didn't have any symptoms I had before," Jacob says.
Experts say this quick recovery is typical.
"In about 90 percent of patients, they get almost complete relief of whatever symptom they came in with — anything from hair loss to fatigue to diarrhea," says Dr. Daniel Leffler, who directs celiac research at the Beth Israel Deaconess Medical Center.
"With diet alone, the symptoms can really be almost completely ameliorated."
The symptoms of celiac disease overlap with many other conditions, and the symptoms come and go. In many instances, stress brings on an episode of intense symptoms. These factors help explain why people with celiac disease endure an average of 10 years of symptoms before getting the right diagnosis, according to the National Foundation for Celiac Awareness.
The Consequences Of Not Treating Celiac Disease
People with celiac disease have a hard time absorbing nutrients, and they are often fatigued due to anemia. The disease damages part of the small intestine called villi, which are absorptive, finger-shaped projections that line the intestine. Damage to the villi can put untreated celiac sufferers at higher risk of osteoporosis, diabetes and the onset of other autoimmune diseases, according to the celiac foundation. There is also evidence that untreated celiac disease may increase the risk of some cancers.
Jacob Rosenblum, 13, used to take peanut butter and jelly sandwiches on whole wheat bread to school for lunch. Then he learned that the gluten in the bread was making him sick. Last fall, he was diagnosed with celiac disease — an autoimmune condition that afflicts about 1 percent of Americans. Experts say it is likely that a few million people have the disease but don't know it.
Symptom Checklist
Bloating and abdominal pain are common symptoms of celiac disease. Increasingly, experts have identified a broad range of additional symptoms that include hair loss, fatigue, canker sores, itchy skin rashes, and tingling in the hands and feet. A blood test is used to diagnose the condition.
Expanding Options In Gluten-Free Cooking
Since Jacob was diagnosed in the fall of 2008, the Rosenblums have restocked their pantry. Jules Gluten-Free Flour has replaced Bisquick, and they use it to make the traditional Toll House chocolate chip cookies.
The Rosenblums have tried lots of new recipes. Recently, they've been turned onto red quinoa — a nutritious, protein-rich grain that is gluten-free. Jacob's father, Jay, tried a new black bean, cilantro and quinoa recipe from Bon Appetit recently. Jacob says the grain is similar to rice, but it has a funny texture and flavor.
"It's more tough, and it has a more of a bitter flavor," he says. "But it's still good." He says he eats a lot of corn- and potato-based foods.
"Utz chips are gluten-free," he says, as he points to the labeling on the bag. For lunch, his mom, Robin, reheats leftovers and packs them in a thermos. If they're in a rush, Jacob says, pocket sandwiches by the organic food company Amy's are easy to take and heat up.
Diagnosis Is The First Step To A Solution
Jacob used to have excruciating stomach pains. During seventh grade, he remembers dashing off to the bathroom during tests. "Then I had less time to take the test." And after sports practices, he'd come home doubled over in pain.
At the time, his family had no idea the pain was triggered by eating gluten — a protein found in wheat, barley and rye grains.
"It got to the point where I had to miss sports practices and games because I was so sick," Jacob recalls. "It was really painful."
His mom says that, in hindsight, she recalls Jacob having bouts of stomach problems. At one point, she'd suspected he was lactose intolerant, but the symptoms always seemed to pass. When she took him to the pediatrician, she was nervous.
"I thought there was something seriously wrong," she says. She had read about celiac disease on the Internet after searching around for clues. "It was in the back of my mind, so I mentioned it to the doctor."
At the time Jacob was being tested, she didn't know her husband carried the genes for the disease. When Jacob's blood tests came back positive for celiac, she was surprised.
The day after Jacob's diagnosis, she got a little teary in a grocery-story aisle after realizing how many foods contain gluten. It's not just breads and baked goods: The list includes soy sauces, salad dressings and many other processed foods. It stressed her out, but she says she realized pretty quickly how lucky they were.
"I was elated," says Robin. "There's no medicine, no surgery." She said it was such a relief to know he could get better by changing his diet.
Diagnosis And Diet Changes Lead To A Quick Recovery
Jacob's turnaround was quick. Once he gave up his peanut butter and jellies on whole wheat, along with his breakfast cereals and pasta, he says he got almost immediate relief.
"Within like one or two weeks of going gluten-free, I didn't have any symptoms I had before," Jacob says.
Experts say this quick recovery is typical.
"In about 90 percent of patients, they get almost complete relief of whatever symptom they came in with — anything from hair loss to fatigue to diarrhea," says Dr. Daniel Leffler, who directs celiac research at the Beth Israel Deaconess Medical Center.
"With diet alone, the symptoms can really be almost completely ameliorated."
The symptoms of celiac disease overlap with many other conditions, and the symptoms come and go. In many instances, stress brings on an episode of intense symptoms. These factors help explain why people with celiac disease endure an average of 10 years of symptoms before getting the right diagnosis, according to the National Foundation for Celiac Awareness.
The Consequences Of Not Treating Celiac Disease
People with celiac disease have a hard time absorbing nutrients, and they are often fatigued due to anemia. The disease damages part of the small intestine called villi, which are absorptive, finger-shaped projections that line the intestine. Damage to the villi can put untreated celiac sufferers at higher risk of osteoporosis, diabetes and the onset of other autoimmune diseases, according to the celiac foundation. There is also evidence that untreated celiac disease may increase the risk of some cancers.
Saturday, June 6, 2009
100 Days Without Gluten - Day #9: Quiche In Canada
It's a lovely Saturday morning and I've got a lot to get down before everyone else rolls out of bed and starts texting me to come out and play. I'm at Petals Panache in Wilton Manors, which houses the main office for Stonewall Street Festival, my newest volunteer endeavor. I've volunteered to coordinate the parade for Saturday night and the vendors for the Sunday festival. The event is only 17 days away and the coordinators I've replaced haven't really done anything so I'm using my weekends to play catch up.
I get through most of the morning and afternoon fueled only by determination and Redbull Cola but now I must reluctantly take a break to nourish my body. I wander over to That Place By Alibi where they make those smoothies and salads and such. I order my usual, grilled chicken caesar salad with a scoop of carribean chicken salad on top. It's delicious. Exactly what I was craving. 20 minutes later, I'm in the bathroom throwing it up. I had forgotten that creamy caesar dressing uses gluten as a thickening agent. Hopefully, I won't make this mistake again.
I go home to sleep off the excitement of the day and then decide to head to Montreal, aka Palm Beach Gardens, to hang out with the latinos. I forget to have dinner so I spend a good portion of the trip praying to the baby Jesus that these Puerto Ricans like to eat. I'm in luck and there is a very delightful spread of hummus, crackers, wings, and my all time favorite, mini quiches. I figure, I don't really know many people here so I might as well just release the fat girl and hunker down at the food table. A dozen chicken wings and a platter of mini quiches later, I'm feeling a little strange. Damnit, I think to myself... quiche has crust, crust has gluten, gluten is bad.
I'm pretty good for the rest of the night, the red wine helped, and surprisingly feel decent the following day, the mimosas helped. It wasn't until day 3 when I couldn't remove myself from my bed in the morning for work that I really paid the price for my mistake. As I laid there feeling like Goldie Hawn from Death Becomes Her after she's been shot in the stomach by Meryl Streep, I was forced to add "mini quiches" to the list of delicious things that I will never eat again.
I get through most of the morning and afternoon fueled only by determination and Redbull Cola but now I must reluctantly take a break to nourish my body. I wander over to That Place By Alibi where they make those smoothies and salads and such. I order my usual, grilled chicken caesar salad with a scoop of carribean chicken salad on top. It's delicious. Exactly what I was craving. 20 minutes later, I'm in the bathroom throwing it up. I had forgotten that creamy caesar dressing uses gluten as a thickening agent. Hopefully, I won't make this mistake again.
I go home to sleep off the excitement of the day and then decide to head to Montreal, aka Palm Beach Gardens, to hang out with the latinos. I forget to have dinner so I spend a good portion of the trip praying to the baby Jesus that these Puerto Ricans like to eat. I'm in luck and there is a very delightful spread of hummus, crackers, wings, and my all time favorite, mini quiches. I figure, I don't really know many people here so I might as well just release the fat girl and hunker down at the food table. A dozen chicken wings and a platter of mini quiches later, I'm feeling a little strange. Damnit, I think to myself... quiche has crust, crust has gluten, gluten is bad.
I'm pretty good for the rest of the night, the red wine helped, and surprisingly feel decent the following day, the mimosas helped. It wasn't until day 3 when I couldn't remove myself from my bed in the morning for work that I really paid the price for my mistake. As I laid there feeling like Goldie Hawn from Death Becomes Her after she's been shot in the stomach by Meryl Streep, I was forced to add "mini quiches" to the list of delicious things that I will never eat again.
Monday, June 1, 2009
100 Days Without Gluten - Day #3: The Ice Cream Man
I really don't care for the whole organic fad. I figure the pesticides I put in my body on any given day can't be worse than a night out at Johnny's. But now I've got this weird disease to take care of so I figure if I shop at the specialty grocery stores, I'm more likely to find someone that could help me find the things I need to eat. This, in fact, is not the case. I decided to venture to Whole Foods today to get some staples: rice pasta, salad, cheese. I'm standing in the cheese garden, what I call the entire corner that is devoted to mostly cheeses that I have not only never heard of but never want to try. Just gimme a block of mozzarella and a Will & Grace DVD and I'm set for the evening.
I'm standing there reading my gluten propaganda email about cheese, aka Celiac.com's e-newsletter, on my Blackberry and the cheese guy comes over and asks me if I need help. I say, "sure thing" and then explain to him that I can only eat aged cheese. Now, I realize all cheese is technically aged but clearly there is a reason that THE newsletter for Celiacs used the words "aged cheese." He's baffled by this so I try to figure it out myself. "What's the oldest cheese you have here?" Maybe that's what it means. "Um, I'm not sure," he replies. "This one is pretty old." "How old?" I go on. "Well, it's says 5 years here on the label." At this point, I realize that I too am gifted with the ability to read labels and can proceed myself. Twenty two seconds later, I give up, grab a block of munster and pray for the best.
I'm now exhausted from the cheese situation, and trying to remember if rice or a rice/corn combo is the kind of gluten-free pasta that I like, so I decide to reward myself with some ice cream. I'm about to choose my fattie drug of choice when it clicks that all ice cream isn't gluten-free. I look into the eyes of the Indian guy at Baskin Robbins and know that he'll be no good for a gluten interrogation so I say, "Can I see the ingredients?" He's not happy and says he doesn't know what they are. I propose that they might be on the side of the container. He reluctantly pulls the huge container from it's spot in the case and plops in on the counter. It's made of sugar, sugar, sugar and cream so I'm good to go. I order the biggest size that they have hoping that will make up for the obvious major inconvenience I've caused this gentleman.
As I sit there with my $50 bag of Whole Foods groceries and eat my tub of ice cream, I think to myself, "You're that person." The person who has to ask ice cream guys to show you what's in the butter pecan, the person that has to call out the chef from the kitchen to interrogate him/her on the mystery gluten that might be lurking in the entrees, the person that has to spend the evening deciphering labels in the grocery store.
When I arrive home, I hunker down on the couch with a bottle of Pinot Grigio that I picked up on my excursion and thank the baby Jesus for Will & Grace on DVD.
I'm standing there reading my gluten propaganda email about cheese, aka Celiac.com's e-newsletter, on my Blackberry and the cheese guy comes over and asks me if I need help. I say, "sure thing" and then explain to him that I can only eat aged cheese. Now, I realize all cheese is technically aged but clearly there is a reason that THE newsletter for Celiacs used the words "aged cheese." He's baffled by this so I try to figure it out myself. "What's the oldest cheese you have here?" Maybe that's what it means. "Um, I'm not sure," he replies. "This one is pretty old." "How old?" I go on. "Well, it's says 5 years here on the label." At this point, I realize that I too am gifted with the ability to read labels and can proceed myself. Twenty two seconds later, I give up, grab a block of munster and pray for the best.
I'm now exhausted from the cheese situation, and trying to remember if rice or a rice/corn combo is the kind of gluten-free pasta that I like, so I decide to reward myself with some ice cream. I'm about to choose my fattie drug of choice when it clicks that all ice cream isn't gluten-free. I look into the eyes of the Indian guy at Baskin Robbins and know that he'll be no good for a gluten interrogation so I say, "Can I see the ingredients?" He's not happy and says he doesn't know what they are. I propose that they might be on the side of the container. He reluctantly pulls the huge container from it's spot in the case and plops in on the counter. It's made of sugar, sugar, sugar and cream so I'm good to go. I order the biggest size that they have hoping that will make up for the obvious major inconvenience I've caused this gentleman.
As I sit there with my $50 bag of Whole Foods groceries and eat my tub of ice cream, I think to myself, "You're that person." The person who has to ask ice cream guys to show you what's in the butter pecan, the person that has to call out the chef from the kitchen to interrogate him/her on the mystery gluten that might be lurking in the entrees, the person that has to spend the evening deciphering labels in the grocery store.
When I arrive home, I hunker down on the couch with a bottle of Pinot Grigio that I picked up on my excursion and thank the baby Jesus for Will & Grace on DVD.
Friday, May 29, 2009
100 Days Without Gluten - Day #1: Gluten Rehab
I've been hungry for 27 years. No matter how much I eat or what I eat, I'm always hungry. I've learned to eat really big meals because it's the only way to keep the hunger at bay. I can't focus when I'm hungry and I've got a lot on my plate right now. Baltimore Pride is rapidly approaching and I don't want to end up like I did last year, vomiting blood the night before the festivities. I made it through the 34 hour weekend on Redbull and sheer determination. It took such a toll on my body that I slept for 20 hours when it was all over. I can't go through that again.
It's been getting worse these last couple months. The ulcers are back. My stomach burns whenever I drink alcohol but I feel like I'm always at a bar or a fundraiser or a house party. I have a lot of friends and a very demanding career and social life. When I'm not working into the early morning hours, I'm drinking into them. I just got back to my desk from the bathroom. Lately, I've been throwing up a lot after lunch. That's curious, it's usually after I eat pizza. I do eat pizza a lot. It's easy and delicious. Maybe I'm lactose intolerant? I've got some time before my volunteers get here, let me do a little Googling...
That was one year ago. My Google research led me to WebMD.com and finally to Celiac.com. 27 years of doctors, blood tests, medications, pills, dietary supplements and I finally stumbled upon the answer myself... I have Celiac disease. I decided to cut out wheat from my diet and within mere days, the majority of the symptoms that I had endured for nearly three decades: the hunger, the cramping, the migraines, the sickness, the fatigue, the vomiting, all faded away like waking up from a bad dream.
It's an interesting life living with constant pain. You learn to accept it. You learn to tune it out. You learn to indulge in the moments of no pain. Hell, I created them. Booze was a great escape from the miriad of aches I endured all day. The worst was the joint pain. You see, Celiacs who eat even a minimal amount of gluten don't absorb most of the nutrients in the food they eat. No matter how much we eat, we are always malnourished. Over the years, this meant weakened joints and slower muscle regeneration, a horrible price to pay since I was a competitive runner/volleyball player for many years.
It wasn't until a year ago that I could actually put on some weight. A blessing for a kid who grew up too thin to look anything less than awkward but it's scary at the same time. I come from a family that struggles with weight. My whole life I thought I was blessed with a high metabolism but that might not be the case. You'd think I'd know by now, a year after I unofficially diagnosed myself in my office at the community center in Baltimore, but I don't know... because I cheat on my diet, a lot.
Gluten destroys the villi in the small intestine, the hair-like material that absorbs the majority of what you eat. To completely heal, you have to keep to a very strict gluten-free diet. My semi-gluten-free diet cured most of the symptoms but it's still slowly destroying my body. I was so excited to live without the worst of the symptoms that I really didn't do my homework. I won't burden you with the details of what Celiac disease will do to me in the long run if I don't take care of myself but I will tell you, it's not how I want to spend the rest of my life.
This brings me to the point of this blog. 100 Days Without Gluten. 100 days to train my mind to know where gluten is lurking. 100 days to adjust my tastebuds to not having bread, pizza, pasta, cheese, beer, salad dressing, ketchup... and a thousand other things. 100 days to see what being healthy feels like because the baby Jesus knows, I've never really been at my best.
I cheated a lot over this past holiday weekend but I'm pretty sure the gluten bonanza I ate has worked it's way out of my body so I'm going to call today, Day #1 - Gluten Rehab. I'm going to need help. When I'm drunk and I try to convince you that two little double cheeseburgers aren't going to hurt me, now you know better. When I'm looking a little sad because I'm eating a salad when we go to eat at an italian restaurant, now you know why. When I get bitter before I get better, that's when I'll need my family and friends the most.
It's been getting worse these last couple months. The ulcers are back. My stomach burns whenever I drink alcohol but I feel like I'm always at a bar or a fundraiser or a house party. I have a lot of friends and a very demanding career and social life. When I'm not working into the early morning hours, I'm drinking into them. I just got back to my desk from the bathroom. Lately, I've been throwing up a lot after lunch. That's curious, it's usually after I eat pizza. I do eat pizza a lot. It's easy and delicious. Maybe I'm lactose intolerant? I've got some time before my volunteers get here, let me do a little Googling...
That was one year ago. My Google research led me to WebMD.com and finally to Celiac.com. 27 years of doctors, blood tests, medications, pills, dietary supplements and I finally stumbled upon the answer myself... I have Celiac disease. I decided to cut out wheat from my diet and within mere days, the majority of the symptoms that I had endured for nearly three decades: the hunger, the cramping, the migraines, the sickness, the fatigue, the vomiting, all faded away like waking up from a bad dream.
It's an interesting life living with constant pain. You learn to accept it. You learn to tune it out. You learn to indulge in the moments of no pain. Hell, I created them. Booze was a great escape from the miriad of aches I endured all day. The worst was the joint pain. You see, Celiacs who eat even a minimal amount of gluten don't absorb most of the nutrients in the food they eat. No matter how much we eat, we are always malnourished. Over the years, this meant weakened joints and slower muscle regeneration, a horrible price to pay since I was a competitive runner/volleyball player for many years.
It wasn't until a year ago that I could actually put on some weight. A blessing for a kid who grew up too thin to look anything less than awkward but it's scary at the same time. I come from a family that struggles with weight. My whole life I thought I was blessed with a high metabolism but that might not be the case. You'd think I'd know by now, a year after I unofficially diagnosed myself in my office at the community center in Baltimore, but I don't know... because I cheat on my diet, a lot.
Gluten destroys the villi in the small intestine, the hair-like material that absorbs the majority of what you eat. To completely heal, you have to keep to a very strict gluten-free diet. My semi-gluten-free diet cured most of the symptoms but it's still slowly destroying my body. I was so excited to live without the worst of the symptoms that I really didn't do my homework. I won't burden you with the details of what Celiac disease will do to me in the long run if I don't take care of myself but I will tell you, it's not how I want to spend the rest of my life.
This brings me to the point of this blog. 100 Days Without Gluten. 100 days to train my mind to know where gluten is lurking. 100 days to adjust my tastebuds to not having bread, pizza, pasta, cheese, beer, salad dressing, ketchup... and a thousand other things. 100 days to see what being healthy feels like because the baby Jesus knows, I've never really been at my best.
I cheated a lot over this past holiday weekend but I'm pretty sure the gluten bonanza I ate has worked it's way out of my body so I'm going to call today, Day #1 - Gluten Rehab. I'm going to need help. When I'm drunk and I try to convince you that two little double cheeseburgers aren't going to hurt me, now you know better. When I'm looking a little sad because I'm eating a salad when we go to eat at an italian restaurant, now you know why. When I get bitter before I get better, that's when I'll need my family and friends the most.
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