It's fine, really.

So I got diagnosed with celiac disease, and I'm not surprised, not after reading about the symptoms of celiac disease (there are a ton) and its connection with type 1.  I'm fine - no gluten, no biggie.

Then I start reading "Wheat Belly" by William Davis, and I'm now thinking "wheat is the devil for you and me regardless of autoimmune diseases present" and "this sucks."  I mean he even suggests I eat dinner food FOR BREAKFAST.  What kind of world does this guy live in; it's supposed to be the other way around! Salad for breakfast? Gross. I don't even remember the last time I had a bowl of cereal, but I do like peanut butter toast now and again. OK, I'm allowed to continue eating my eggs or plain Greek yogurt sweetened with honey, so I suppose I've got that going for me. In all seriousness though, gluten might be the toxin causing any one of your ailments from joint pain, gas, migraines, exhaustion, irritability, fat belly, or any other unpleasant body problem.  You might want to check it out.

Now I'm at this mild panic-confusion stage.  Do I throw out all of my gluten contaminated foods like peanut butter and condiments, perfect wood cutting board, and wooden kitchen utensils in one fell swoop?  Or do I slowly eliminate gluten contamination bits at a time?  Do I insist Anna and Bryan go gluten free in order to keep the evil that is gluten out of their bodies and our home?  How many new recipes will I have to try to find things that make us all happy?  What will I do when I go to our families' houses where every kitchen surface is potentially dusted in gluten? So many questions. This post from Gluten-Free Girl is beautifully written and helpful, but I still feel lost.

I suppose in the spirit of gratitude that is important to my every day well being, I'm thankful to know about my celiac disease so I can improve my overall health.  I can be thankful that there are blogs and books a-plenty to help me figure out this new normal.  I can be thankful we started on a real food diet about a year ago so many changes won't be too drastic.  Just don't expect me to have dinner on the table at 6:00 AM next week.