So as everyone knows by now going gluten free was one of the hardest things I’ve ever. I whinged alot, threw a lot of teenager strops in many a supermarket food aisle and almost cried into my Gluten Free Dominos Pizza box. As it was only four weeks I thought I’d somehow get through it and come out the other side, in slightly less pain than before. I was sadly very wrong.
Although I try to eat healthily as much as possible going gluten free made me realise how much I rely on the convenience of chucking a kiev and some oven chips on a baking tray and finishing with a prepacked salad. As my health deteriorated over the three weeks, making meals for myself got harder and harder. Then came the point when I knew I had to stop, when this weekend I couldn’t even get myself into my shower and wash my own hair – a new low for me.
Whilst I am not saying that the cause of my failing health was going gluten free, I certainly did not notice any improvement. Not even a teeny tiny one for a hour on one of the days. I also believe that we have been eating grains for as long as we have been around so our bodies must need them to some degree (unless of course your are coeliac).
Convenient gluten free alternatives such as bread – a term which I use loosely – were so high in fat, salt and other nasties that I’m not sure why anyone would choose to eat them. If I had been well enough to make my own meals I would have gladly made some far more scrummy, but that option was stripped from me long ago.
So while the KFC and box of chocolate eclairs I ate this week haven’t made me feel me feel any better, I feel full, satisfied and they were a nice treat that didn’t involve me slaving over the stove or attempting to chop up veg and slicing my finger off.
As I write I’m drinking a homemade banana pear and yoghurt smoothie, see I can be healthy and not gluten free!
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