Wheat-free Diary

Last night I ate one cookie, one cookie, and an hour later I'm up puking my guts out.  Now I can't be sure it's the wheat cookie, or the milk I drank with it, the Nature Valley granola bar I had after it, or something else.  If it wasn't the cookie, it's a mighty big coincidence.

Time for bed and all I've eaten today is...I can't remember eating anything today.  I woke up feeling out of sorts.  I don't know what's wrong with me... unless it's Grandma.  I really should eat something.

Most of the side effects from eating the pizza have passed, the itching, the cramps, but last night I felt like vomiting.  Every time I eat anything now my stomach aches.  I have no way of knowing if eating the pizza did this.  I remember last time I ate pizza I was sick for a week.  Will I ever learn?

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Tuesday I wore black stretch pants, you know the kind that has the elastic stirrup that goes in your shoe.  When I took them off, I noticed that my skin was dry and flakey.  The inside of the pants looked like I'd spilled finely ground oatmeal down my leg.

I ask Curtis to bring me a Pizza Hut, thin-and-crispy, mushroom pizza.  Delectible.  Mmmmmm Mmmmm it was good!

I crave pizza.  Can I persuade Curtis to make me a wheat-free crust?

I haven't been making myself special meals.  Instead I eat a Rice Krispy treat or a soy protein bar.  I know I need to eat more vegetables, but opening up a can of beans and eating them without a meal is not appetizing to me.  Opening up a can of baked beans, now that's a different story.  In fact, I've found a brand that has no wheat and is delicious.  I buy them eight cans at a time at Sam's Club.

Moral of the story:  Read the labels.

The T-bone steak was delicious.