Wow, I just went back and read my post from last night. I’m not revising anything or making any apologies, because it is a totally accurate reflection of last night’s state of mind, and I’m sure I’m not the only person to make major dietary changes to have these feelings.
Today I’m back in proactive mode and I did something radical: I cooked. Some highlights:
- I tried corn pasta for the first time, and even though it’s a high glycemic index food, I can still pair it with meat to lessen the blow. It is also delicious and the texture very similar to regular wheat pasta. I’m honestly delighted.
- My hands smell like fresh basil from the garden. I made a red sauce to go on the pasta…it’s not bad. And I like smelling like basil.
- Because I’m self-employed I can do this in the middle of the day. That feels like a little bit of an adventure. And I like an adventure.
So see, it isn’t all bad, this gluten-free life. Later I am going to the grocery store because the kids are coming back, and since I’ll be driving the cart, I can put lots of gluten-free options into the buggy.
I have a few unresolved issues that I need to attend to (I’m VERY into numbered lists at the moment):
- Figure out how to make an amazing gluten-free cream sauce.
- Find a recipe for a good gluten-free dumpling/pie dough.
- Figure out what to do with myself when all I can do is cry on the floor. (pause) Scratch that, sometimes I think it’s okay to take a few and cry on the floor.