Going Gluten Free

Brian thinks I need to see the doctor. My stomach hurts everyday. Intestinal kind of hurting. One of the great things about having a spouse is that when you stupidly think something like chronic intestinal pain is fine because you're used to it, they let you know it's not.

But I hate doctors. Not personally, but in general. Most doctors treat symptoms and not root issues and I refuse to waste my time by paying someone else to tell me take an antacid. No thanks. I'll save my co-pay.

So I'm going to try a gluten free diet for a while and see if that makes a difference. There's a lot of research out there that says a good amount of people can't handle all the filler that's in wheat products. I picked up a bag of gluten free flour at Costco yesterday and made gluten free pizza last night.

There was a time when I couldn't have imagined my life without wheat. I lived for that little bread basket that comes out complimentary before the meal at sitdown restaurants and a day without a sandwich was inconceivable. Not so today. Brian and I have incorporated enough non-wheat grains into our diet like quinoa, barley and rice that we won't freak out when our last loaf of bread bites the dust next week.

I'll let you know how it goes.