Oh, there are moments that I really miss my famous buttermilk pancakes, sticky buns, toast and jam and even things as simple as not worrying about eating different meat dishes in a restaurant for fear of additives and gluten in sauces. But I no longer spend my days thinking about all the things I am denied of; all the cookie dough I can't eat, the semolina pasta - I'd better stop there. The pasta reminder hurts a little.
Gluten in my life has been like a drug that I've been forcibly made to give up. It makes me ill enough that I know (as soon as I get a drift of fresh bread) there is no fluffy, spongy, sweetened item worth the consequences. I suppose, though, if it really were like a drug - that probably wouldn't be enough to stop me. Many chemical addicts out there are well aware of the misery in their lives related to drugs and still find themselves weakened against temptation. Probably a poor example on my part.
The upside of things is that I lost 15 lbs without trying because of our amicable separation (there are some other changes I made so don't get discouraged if you tried gluten-free and didn't lose weight, too).
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