Well, the first three days passed relatively uneventfully
(save National Doughnut Day) but then my body went into super bread-craving
mode. I don’t know how much was physical and how much was mental, but I know I
wanted pizza with the doughiest, chewiest crust ever and I wanted it bad. I
felt hungry constantly and nothing seemed to fill me up. I’m somewhat ashamed
to admit that I had a Saturday night binge of ice cream (a lot of ice cream)
and nachos. I’ve never made nachos in my life, but suddenly the idea of melted
cheese on corn chips sounded amazing. And it kind of was.
Other challenges:
·
Communion weekend at church. I forgot on
Saturday and didn’t choose a GF wafer. And then I thought that maybe taking
somebody else’s GF wafer who legitimately needed it was less holy than cheating
on my experiment. So I didn’t take one on Sunday either. (They must think the
wafers have wheat in them or they wouldn’t have a GF option, but I’m pretty
sure they are just cardboard and sponge.)
·
I was honored to assist a dear student on her
senior recital last night and her family threw the fanciest reception
afterwards. And I realized there are lots more things you can’t eat if you are
gluten intolerant. Like cheesecake. Roy floated the idea of scraping the top
part off and leaving the crust, but that felt unrefined, and the plates
were flimsy. But I can’t say the thought hadn’t crossed my mind too. You also
can’t eat: spanakopita, crusted-quiche, pretzels, tea cookies, shortbread, or
pigs in a blanket. But I didn’t notice
any of that...
·
This morning I heard Roy get the singing Owen Bear up
and opted to nab a couple extra minutes of shut-eye. About half an hour later I
heard the bedroom door open as Roy entered to dress for the day. I heard little
clomping feet behind him and cries of, “Mama! Mama!” And then Owen was directly
in front of my face holding a half-eaten piece of bread. He waved it in front
of me happily, taking little bites and chattering away about his little world.
Then I lifted him into bed and he scattered little glutenous crumbs all over my
sheets.
The world is full of bread my friends. If you are one of
the people who can’t eat it, I feel sorry for you. I really do. You’re missing
out on so much good in the world.
I watched the first part of a documentary Saturday
evening (after the nachos) about the evils of sugar and how much of it we consume compared to all previous generations. So maybe I’ll have another little
journey after this one concludes. But not until after I get my birthday cake.
Today’s 1%: Book
36/50: Grey Mountain. A John Grisham
I started once or twice but never finished. I got past the hump and,
surprisingly, the story went in some different directions than anticipated. It
still wasn’t that great though. His last couple of books have been heavy on the
politics, light on the courtroom. There are enough politics in my life right
now, so I didn’t love this. This book also had a female lead, and I don’t think
he writes women as well as men. But Princess Louise is taking so long I needed
a diversion. And now this is finished and I’ll return to her bio.
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