Week 7
I’m laying in bed typing this on my phone. Weird, but my dog (aka captain spaz) was lured back to sleep 20 min ago and my sister is under strict orders not to move until we have to. This dog keeps us up so much, but he keeps us on some sort of schedule, which is great.
Anyway, today marks 7 weeks. 7 long suffering weeks of learning about my body. This weekend was a refresher course in what my life is like with gluten. In 30 min I will be headed to start my day starting with the blood test to see if I am/have Celiac.
For any of you that have done this test before, you know what that means. I ate gluten. Lots and lots of gluten. In order for this blood test to be semi-accurate your body has to have a chance to make those gluten fighting anti-bodies.
Friday morning started with wonderful muffins. They were delicious! So moist and flavorful, I thought this that this weekend will be a fun time to eat all my old favorites.
I was completely wrong. An hour after my muffins, I knew this weekend was going to be tough. I forced myself to eat gluten every time I had the chance to. Deciding that if I am eating gluten and going to feel like crap, then I was going to do this only once.
I felt horrible all weekend, I had a migraine, didn’t want to eat, had GI issues and slept. I have never been so excited to not eat something in my life.
In a few min, I’ll be headed out for this test. One thing I know beyond a doubt is that regardless of what the test says, I’m staying gluten free.
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