Last night I sneezed like I’d put my bed in a field of pollen and licked a cat hair lollipop.
Earlier in the day I made lentil walnut burgers that came out with too much liquid. What does one do to absorb liquid? You add breadcrumbs. In my case, I should’ve added gluten-free breadcrumbs, but I didn’t. I didn’t have any in the house. Plus I’m on a budget and didn’t want to and couldn’t walk to the store in time to get them and get back to watch my grandad. So I just tossed them in there thinking, “No big deal.”
It was a big deal. Shortly thereafter, I started to sneeze. A lot. I’ve had these fits often in the past. I always thought they were just random allergy attacks even though I was on allergy medicine. I’ve had them twice since on this gluten-free elimination test that Rebecca Wood suggests. Both times align with accidental (sorta) ingestion of wheat. So I’m going to continue to eat wheat/gluten-free to see if that’s really the case. I also haven’t consumed any dairy since this test began. I feel great, for the most part. The Cheetos cravings are getting crazy, but so has my life. It’s hard to walk away, but I do. They wouldn’t even be here except there’s a teenage boy in the house and I have no control over what he eats. So, they’re here. To tempt me.
I’m in the process of cooking some staple foods to make sure that I have pieces of recipes ready when meal times arrive. It’s easier to toss some vegetables and seasonings in a pan when most of the work is done. Overall this is difficult. It’s been a stressful week, but I’m thriving in spite of its events. That’s nice. At least one thing that’s going well is how my body feels. I like that. I can’t control the events that occur outside of myself. I can, however control what I put into my body to fuel it.
** Side note, as I was tagging this post my grandad — who is having one of his bad days– came into the kitchen. He wanted to know where I’d been since I left with that man last night. I told him that I’d never left and that after I said goodnight to him I went downstairs and went to sleep. He said, “Ok. You know that you shouldn’t be with a man who will beat you up.” The rambling continued and I got increasingly sad. He’s not the person I knew. He’s fading and it’s sad. Being here with my grandfather makes me very sad.