If the above title were reversed, this post would actually be about sadomasochism…and wouldn’t that be a nice change of pace?
But alas, we are instead talking about celiac disease.
So last week was a good week in the fun department.
Wednesday night, my business partner and I launched a new website (if you’re into the James Bond lifestyle, check it out.) To highlight the occasion, we celebrated with our wives with a little bubbly and some sushi.
Thursday night, we got invited out to dinner. Two gluten-free beers and a gopdol.
Friday night, we did the dinner and a movie thing, which included a few cocktails and yes…more sushi.
And Saturday night, we finished off with a night at my brother’s house. No, we did not have sushi.
So what do all of the above nights have in common?
1) They were a lot of fun.
2) They involved eating outside my home.
3) They involved alcohol.
And how am I feeling now?
Like total crap. Very tired, with seriously intense stomach pain; pain that I haven’t felt in some time.
(I wish I could be like Dennis Quaid in Innerspace and take a ride thru my intestines to see what the hell it looks like when I feel like this.)
It’s my body’s way of telling me to get my sh*t together and get back to a healthy routine.
Which is kinda cool…you always have to listen to your body.
But it also kinda sux.
I didn’t drink a lot (well…maybe Saturday…ssshhhh.)
I ate healthy.
And yet I feel like Morgan Spurlock on day 30 of Super Size Me.
The question is…how much are celiacs supposed to give up just to feel good?
I don’t eat gluten. I don’t eat dairy. I don’t eat soy. I don’t eat corn.
I’m totally cool with these sacrifices.
But I won’t let celiac disease dictate my life to the point that I cannot let loose a little bit every so often.
Even if it means paying the price for it.