Gluten is everywhere. Why? And of all places to get Glutened... it was at my own house. From potatoes. Sure, they were the instant kind, but I shouldn't have trusted them. They are in fact made in a facility that I know produces wheat. And I'm sure that flour would fly throughout the air in that sort of place. The thing was, the bag had no gluteny ingredients listed, and the only allergy information on the package was "May contain traces of milk." And we wanted to finish that bag, because
So yesterday was my first time having chocolate in months. I made chocolate cookies that were gluten free. It was absolutely delicious, but sure enough, my body didn't like the chocolate. I hate that I can't eat chocolate. Its everywhere and in everything I like to bake. But yesterday, I just HAD to try it. I was miserable after, and I am miserable now.
Chocolate why do you have to be so mean? Its not fair. Everyone around me loves you, which is why I bake with you. I love making peop
Well, I told my doctor about going gluten free and how good it makes me feel. She didn't say much, but she did essentially that I am gluten intolerant. Well, great. I'm official. Gluten intolerant. Strange, it sounds so weird to say I am officially diagnosed as gluten intolerant. I have an official diagnosis of fish intolerance too. Well, that's it. I'm crazy intolerant. Who knows what next will show up that I am intolerant to... Casein? Dairy in general? Who knows. But well, for now
Well, I just heard back from my doctor. She is really nice. She offered me advice on even how to drop out of my class. And from the sound of things, I think she thinks it is an excellent idea. She also told me to up my anxiety medicine. Well good. That makes me feel better. Maybe I will be finally feeling normal. She also suggested that I start taking a this drug that will help with my anxiety attacks. Supposedly I take it when I have "severe anxiety flares." And hopefully it would hel
I am feeling an insane need to destress. Not that I am doing as much as many of the people here, but with my severe anxiety, no relation to my gluten intolerance, I feel completely stressed out. I work at least thirty hours a week, more often than not more than that. For which I am recieving no benefits because I am hired supposedly as a part time employee, even though in reality I am working full time. It is a horror. Not that I have a horrible job or anything, nor am I bad at it, nor do I
Every journey starts somewhere.
What is it that makes us begin?
Perhaps a smile, or great despair?
Maybe, it's something you can't pin.
Every dream comes from someplace.
Why do we imagine within?
Is it hope for unending grace?
Maybe, it's something you can't pin.
Every hope dawns from something.
How do we find it in this din?
Concern of what future will bring?
Maybe, it's something you can't pin.
Every journey starts somewhere.
Maybe, it's something you can't p
