I am fortunate enough to be invited to a good friend’s daughter’s bat mitzvah today. Mazel tov Melissa (I so can’t pull off Jewish talk).
It’s an all day affair type thing, with the service in the am and the reception immediately afterwards. I’ll be leaving the Dude ranch about 9am and won’t return until about eight hours later.
Now for most people going to this type of affair, they need to plan for the basics:
What will I wear?
Who will let the dogs out while I’m gone?
How do I not make a fool of myself on the dance floor?
But celiacs have a whole other level of planning going on:
What the hell will I eat?
Our gracious host offered to have the kitchen try to prepare something for me, which I am so appreciative of, but Mrs. Dude rightly declined on my behalf.
The host has enough going on without worrying about me.
And the fact is I probably wouldn’t eat what they made me anyway. Mass produced food presents waaaayy too many risks.
So I need to bring my own food.
Normally, not a huge deal, as we would just make something and bring our own cooler.
But Mrs. Dude and I had one of those crazy weeks that was just insanely busy and we didn’t have time to prepare anything.
So last minute, I went to our local health food store and picked up the items you see in the above picture.
I know…I know. Not the healthiest of choices and certainly not a “meal” to be found, but it’s all I could do. We simply ran out of time.
Celiac disease has a lot of “pain in the ass” moments. But something like this ranks way up there.
Most non-celiacs probably think our disease is no biggy…we just need to not eat gluten. Difficult, but doable.
But there is this whole other side to celiac that people don’t see.
The “outsider” aspect to our disease.
The stress about what to eat when we’re not at home.
The watching everyone else eat without a care in the world.
The “I don’t feel like asking the waitress a thousand questions, so I’ll watch you eat” moments.
The constant fear of getting sick.
It never leaves us. Ever.
And I try to play if off cool because I HATE other people feeling bad for me.
DUDE UPDATE: Stop the presses! Mrs. Dude got up extra early this morning (after the I wrote the above) and made me lunch to bring with me. It’s pictured in all its glory below. Pasta, tilapia, shrimp, bacon and veggies. You rock Mrs. Dude!