I’ve been gluten-free for about ten days now. In theory, I’m also going “grain-free” but I’m letting myself cheat there a little. Like yesterday, my mom baked pumpkin bread with gluten-free flour. There were some other grains in the mix, but fuck it, I love pumpkin bread. I want to be healthier, but that’s not going to work if I’m expected to abstain from pumpkin bread until the end of time.
I’ve read in various places that grains, especially gluten, can cause depression and anxiety. Well hey now. I have certainly had my share fair of those symptoms. I have quit gluten to lose weight and regain control of my body, but if the GF life boosts my mental health, you will not hear my complaining.
In fact, you’ll probably hear me rejoicing.
I’m just not content with the status quo. I’m at a great place in my life, but I feel like I can do more and feel even more amazing than I do today.
But all in good time. I know me. I can’t overhaul my life in 48 hours and expect it to stick. I have to make changes one by one. That’s why I cut refined sugars in early September and waited five weeks to tackle this GF transition. And that’s why I’m not worrying about my diet soda problem yet. Today I’m cutting gluten and grains. That’s enough. I want to stop drinking soda eventually. I know it’s bad for me. But I also know if I cut soda and gluten at the same time, I will go bat shit crazy and end up eating all the cake in Pasadena.