It isn't I shouldn't. It's I can't.
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osodecanelaThere is a layer cake covered in chopped oreo cookies sitting in the lab here in my office. I took one look at it and I shuddered. I know who left it there. A representative of one of the suppliers I do business with. I really wish she wouldn't.
"Wheat poisoning." I shook my head in disgust. My medical assistant looked at me and asked, "you're not tempted, even a little bit?"
"Oh hell no!"
Reality is, I'm not. The fear of just what a slice of it might do to me, makes it unpalatable to even look at. Now I have nothing against cake as a concept. I had a small slice of a vegan, gluten free raspberry 'cheez'cake on Tuesday evening which was to die for. But that's the point. To die for, as opposed to from.
Folks who don't have celiac disease, on some level just don't get it. I was so addled, so physically disabled by my psoriatic arthritis for so long, and that in turn was a major factor in my severe obesity, that now any risk of going back there is absolutely unacceptable. No, a lightening bolt won't shoot out of the sky and strike me dead, but I am now in the longest remission from that arthritis I've ever had, as well as my first release from the discomfort of the psoriasis. I'm just getting used to not identifying as disabled any more. Why on earth would any risk of that recurring, be acceptable?
As for the weight, I'm loving life right now. Things that most people take for granted, I'm getting to do again. It's novel. Some of it is intensely personal and frankly, TMI, but it's things like, not needing a seat belt extender when flying anymore. Not having to pay a premium on clothing to get larger sizes. Being able to breathe after climbing 3 flights of stairs - you get the idea.
"Wheat poisoning." I shook my head in disgust. My medical assistant looked at me and asked, "you're not tempted, even a little bit?"
"Oh hell no!"
Reality is, I'm not. The fear of just what a slice of it might do to me, makes it unpalatable to even look at. Now I have nothing against cake as a concept. I had a small slice of a vegan, gluten free raspberry 'cheez'cake on Tuesday evening which was to die for. But that's the point. To die for, as opposed to from.
Folks who don't have celiac disease, on some level just don't get it. I was so addled, so physically disabled by my psoriatic arthritis for so long, and that in turn was a major factor in my severe obesity, that now any risk of going back there is absolutely unacceptable. No, a lightening bolt won't shoot out of the sky and strike me dead, but I am now in the longest remission from that arthritis I've ever had, as well as my first release from the discomfort of the psoriasis. I'm just getting used to not identifying as disabled any more. Why on earth would any risk of that recurring, be acceptable?
As for the weight, I'm loving life right now. Things that most people take for granted, I'm getting to do again. It's novel. Some of it is intensely personal and frankly, TMI, but it's things like, not needing a seat belt extender when flying anymore. Not having to pay a premium on clothing to get larger sizes. Being able to breathe after climbing 3 flights of stairs - you get the idea.
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