On the bright side (yes, there is a tiny bright side), now that I know the source of my symptoms, I can prevent them. Some days I want to say screw it, bring on the pain and bring on the rolls (or bread, pastry, cake, pie, poptart, Mini Wheats, Oreos, fake crab meat, bread pudding, bagel bites, pizza rolls, Ritz Crackers, Hot Pockets, anything made with cream of chicken or cream of mushroom soup, blueberry skone from Starbucks, or much, much more). Wait, I was talking about the bright side? Oh yeah, so on Most days I am thankful for the knowledge of how to prevent my symptoms. After all, I can still have plenty of yummy things.
Yummy Things I CAN Have:
- Any meat (just be careful with seasonings/sauces)
- Any vegetable
- Any fruit
- Rice
- Potatoes (this deserves its own category, because they are just about my favorite thing)
- Snickers
- Butterfingers
- A LOT of Blue Bell Ice Cream flavors (I will post the complete list one day)
- Sweet Baby Rays Barbecue Sauce (one of the main sauces I use)
- Heinz Ketchup (my husband would die if I couldn't have this)
- Peanut Butter
- Philadelphia Cream Cheese (I use this in a lot of meats)
- Among other things that my pregnant brain has forgotten at the moment
Another positive thing is that my wonderful husband helps me A LOT! All of the meals that we cook are completely gluten-free. In fact, almost everything in our house is gluten-free (except some ranch and honey mustard we got by mistake, thinking they were gluten-free). He refuses to buy bread or snacks or anything that I can't eat. I promise, I did not ask (or force) him to do any of this! Now, he still enjoys his gluten laden meals when I am not arround or when we are eating out. But, he deserves major credit for giving me a gluten-free home!
The hardest part of Celiac, for me, is getting invited places or going to parties or people's houses (even my family) and not wanting to be rude. I was always raised to eat whatever is served at another's house no matter how much I hate it, because that is the polite thing to do. Thankfully, my friends and family have been so understanding and tried very hard to always provide food that I can eat. I just hate feeling like I am making somebody go out of their way for me. I guess this is just something I will need to get used to.
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