This was going to take some research on my part. I quickly realized grocery shopping was now going to take longer since every single label had to be read. Armed with my brand new reading glasses (stop laughing, mine are really hip and cool), I began the task of stocking my gluten free pantry. Lots of reading, lots of words I couldn’t pronounce, and lots of frustration. But what I didn’t take into account was I also had to “teach” my friends and family about my change. I’m sure all my questions were frustrating. “How is this cooked” “What’s in the sauce” “did you add soy sauce” “what kind of marinade is this”. This lead me to yet another realization and that was that we as a society don’t really care for it when people aren’t eating the same as us. I can’t tell you how many times I would order my gluten free meal or be at a dinner party and someone would beg while offering up a gluten filled delight “Come on. Just one bite. It won’t kill you”. True. It wouldn’t kill me, but the aftermath wasn’t fun. I remember ordering from catering at work and quizzing the owner about what was in a particular dish. She rolled her eyes (I’m sure in a loving manner) and told me I was safe to eat it. That proved to be wrong and the rest of my day was ruined. I made it a point to never again be a food pusher. You know, tell a friend on a diet that one cookie won’t hurt or my vegetarian friends that turkey isn’t really meat. Every “body” is different and while my change in eating was at times difficult, it did provide valuable lessons. I have learned to order my salad without the evil croutons.
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