Since sharing my raw post about what it feels like to live with celiac disease, I’ve gotten hundreds of comments, emails, and DMs from the celiac community thanking me for putting some of what they feel into words. This year I wanted to share more of a community perspective, so I posted the following statement on my Facebook page and asked people to comment. “What I wish people knew about…
Never before have I felt so ready to start over. In 2016, I felt…out of it. I’m not sure how else to describe it. In between moments of clarity and energy, I mostly felt blah. Focus was hard to come by, and my brain struggled to read, write, and process information. Some of this stems from autoimmune issues. I had a massive setback in February and multiple incidents throughout the…
Earlier this year I had surgery to help with some of my pain issues. And while I felt better for a few months (after suffering through recovery), much of the pain I was struggling with before has returned. And I’m realizing that my wiring, the way I approach fitness and body image, absolutely has to change. The reality of my situation is that I live with celiac disease, endometriosis, and…
Celiac guilt, have you ever had it? Joe missed a birthday party today because I was sleeping off a gluten hangover. My parents who keep a gluten-free kitchen just for me are pulling packages out of the trash trying to figure out what in the world could have made me sick at their house the past two Saturdays. Everything is gluten-free. There is absolutely no reason I should be sick…
I’ve decided to hop back on the Paleo low-FODMAP eating plan. (What are FODMAPs? Click here.) This past month has been more down than up in terms of my health, and the worse I felt, the more lazy I became in my eating (which I’m sure made me feel even worse). I was grabbing a bar for breakfast, maybe even a bar for lunch, scrounging for a dinner I wouldn’t…
“Just go gluten-free and you’ll be fine!” That’s what my original GI doctor told me over the phone when she diagnosed me with celiac disease. I found hope in her words, and even celebrated the diagnosis. Finally, I can have my life back! Or so I thought. Now it’s two years later. My blood tests are all normal, my intestines have healed, I should be in that “fine” place…
Jeff had two days off for the all-star break this week, so our family did a mini staycation at a local water resort. We sipped on cold drinks, played in the waves, and took 3-hour naps even though we insisted we were not tired. I repeat, we were NOT TIRED. For my personal food safety (and to save money) we packed all of our own food for the hotel stay.…