One of my lovely Dudettes has been promising for some time to go gluten-free for a week to show her support.
A lovely gesture indeed and to be honest, it was one I was hoping for. If nothing else, it’s a good discipline test. But it’s also nice that she wants to walk in a celiac’s shoes.
I’ve been playfully riding her about it all summer and she finally decided to go for it last week.
I think she mistook eating gluten-free for starving herself, but I’ll let her explain.
Here are her thoughts on the journey.
As a strong and loving supporter of my dad, I wanted to live in his shoes for one week. I wanted to see what he went through every day, to a much lower degree of course. I knew he had it hard, so I decided to try it for one week. Not as a diet or to be healthy…but simply to support.
I went into the week knowing it was going to be difficult. I totally knew it wasn’t going to be an easy task. But I tried my best to stay open to new foods and not judge anything.
I tried. Not saying I succeeded…but I tried.
Nevertheless, I woke up Monday morning, starving.
I was craving a nice bagel or cinnamon bread. but I knew that was impossible.
So, I looked in the fridge…trying to stay open-minded. My eyes went right to the yogurt. I was about to reach for it when I saw it had M&M’s. I knew they were gluten-free, but I didn’t know if they were processed in a factory that handled gluten.
This process continued throughout the whole week. Every day I would wake up, craving something that definitely had gluten in it. Every day I fought the urge to eat it.
And I only went gluten free for one week!!
From my dad’s point of view, he thought I starved myself…and to be honest…he is absolutely right.
I was good at the main meals. I had my set plans for breakfast, lunch and dinner. It was the snacks that I had so much trouble with. I wouldn’t eat snacks unless my dad decided to.
Don’t get me wrong, my house has plenty of gluten-free snacks. I just didn’t eat them. I was so used to grabbing the pretzels or cereal whenever I was hungry.
Now, I had to grab an omelet with veggies??? Oh boy.
So, when it came to the snacks…I wasn’t a pro…but I didn’t do too bad with everything else. I was disciplined and I didn’t cheat…not even once!
I mean, I had a bagel, some pasta and pizza…but that doesn’t count :)
Honestly, I was really glad I did it. It was an eye-opening experience. I got to live in my dad’s shoes for one week and go through everything he went through.
Even though I accomplished it…I still can’t imagine how hard it is for him. I had the comfort knowing that if I accidentally ate something that was contaminated…I was safe because I don’t have Celiac. My dad has to be 100x more careful and he has to pay the price if he’s not.
It’s hard realizing that I complained throughout the week…and I don’t even have Celiac. It just makes me appreciate my dad even more than I did before.
I have so much respect for him. He was a tough disease…yet he still finds time to play and spend quality, fun time with my family. It’s not only impressive, but inspiring.
My dad inspires me…and I’m really glad I got to do this for him.