Every month, for about 5 days, I am not myself.

Approximately 2.75 of those 5 days, I’m heavily medicated.

These 5 days come 22-27 days apart with relative consistency. You would think that when I know these days are nigh, I would plan accordingly, lighten my work load, take some time off.


There is debt to be paid.

There are weddings to be attended.

There are haunted houses to be lurked.

I do not slow down.

Until my body forces me to.

Someday, I’ll learn.

Until then…happy 16 hour day everyone.


Hey, remember when I had a blog?

I know it hasn’t been that long since I’ve written but it feels that way because I had SO MUCH planned for the end of August and beginning of September. Unfortunately, I’ve faced a significant amount of adversity in the last two weeks. Some of it I can talk about, some of it, I’m just not comfortable sharing right now. (Can you believe there are things I’m not “comfortable” sharing after sharing all this?)

Last week on Wednesday I ingested gluten for the first time in 3 years. Sure I’ve had some cross-contamination mishaps but this time, I flat out ATE it. I was running around like crazy from job to job and I stopped at Panera. I’m sure you’re wondering why someone who can’t eat gluten would subject themselves to looking at all the lovely glutenous pastries at Panera. The answer is, Tomato soup. Really good, comforting, gluten free tomato soup….if you remember to tell them no croutons. I devoured the soup and was sitting in my car thinking, “There are crumbs in my teeth….OH SHIT there are crumbs IN MY TEETH.” Not only had I forgotten to tell them no croutons, but I ATE the croutons. I just sat there in shock thinking, “What do I do??” If I made myself throw up would it even help? Who knows if I could even make myself throw up? I vaguely remember trying that in the past, when I felt like I needed to throw up but my body wouldn’t cooperate. I’m pretty sure I failed miserably at that attempt. ( I would be horrible at Bulimia) I just sat there and waited for the symptoms to begin. About 45 minutes later, they did. I had a pretty uncomfortable 24 hours, but then it seemed to be over. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was. I’ve had cross-contamination bouts that were worse than that.

Friday we took my niece Abby to St Joseph Michigan where we rode the carousel and played in the splash pad (she called it the waterpark).

Sleeping baby on the ride home=SUCCESS!!

And then around 10pm that night. It hit HARD and fast. That exactly scenario described in the link at the beginning of this post happened. It was horrible and knocked me down Friday night as well as Saturday. In the past, when I’ve experienced symptoms from cross-contamination, they’ve stuck with me for about 3 days.

Symptoms include but are not limited to:
Belly ache and bloat
brain fog
hyper emotional state
cotton mouth

So the next time someone tells me, “Don’t you want a croissant? It’s worth being sick.” or “Oh I’m sure it’s fine.”¬† They might get punched in the face. Even this list of symptoms does not begin to describe the agony that I experience.

I’m a bit gun shy about food right now.

I totally missed my monthly post for:

The Lean Green Bean

Renee sent me an AWESOME package. I didn’t even take a picture of it because my weekend, got so crazy. It included a REALLY delicious mint chocolate bar, a packet of Barney’s almond butter (which might actually be the best almond butter I’ve ever tasted), some Apple Cider drink mix, some herbal tea and Bob’s Red Mill Gluten Free Pizza Crust mix. I couldn’t wait to make pizza, but it just didn’t happen.

Until last night…

I found¬† out that today is “Cheese Pizza Day” an unofficial holiday. Yesterday I was out working 16 hours so Cary was willing to put together a MAGNIFICENT meal. White cheese pizza and lemon chicken.

I have a feeling this gluten free crust will become a staple at our house. That chicken was also amazing. I sat there for the first 5 minutes, chowing down and moaning about how good it was. If you’re going to make gluten free pizza for someone, please use this mix! It’s delicious. I haven’t had white pizza since I “quit” gluten. This was an amazing meal.