A few quick Dude Notes before I kick things off here:
1) It’s going to be a short post. Time has not been my friend lately.
2) I got an email this morning, calling me among other things: a** sucking sycophant, name dropper, starry eyed, poser wannabe. That’s how I started my day. I responded in kindness and hope to carry on an open, honest discussion with her. For real.
3) I’ll be mentioning…ummm…taking about…ummm…sharing information on my…ummm…let’s just say…bathroom experiences.
My history of celiac disease has meant on and off stomach pain, seemingly random, but never going away. And when it’s bad…it’s so so bad. (♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ So let’s dance that last dance tonight!) Why do I get stomach aches? I have no idea. I figured it was just the nature of how celiac affects my body, even though I’m 100% gluten-free.
Not only stomach aches but my trips to the potty were anything but quick. Without going overboard here, they were (rhymes with bessie, jessie, and begins with an M. Cryptic enough for ya?) I’d have a few periods where I’d be in and out but looooong stretches of just the opposite and few and far between.
But since the Coronavirus madness started 10 weeks ago, obviously I have not eaten out one single time. And guess what? ZERO issues in the library. And I mean ZERO.
Now…I am still ordering in sushi once per week (our Friday night tradition). I have ordered takeout from Bareburger a few times. But that’s it. How often did I dine out often pre-Covid? I suppose it averaged out to be at least once per week. Did I do my due diligence, pepper the server with questions and play it safe every single time? Yep. Yep. Yep.
Not eating out is the ONLY change in my diet. And on top of that, I am not eating quite as healthy as I usually do at home.
So what does all of this mean? Good question:
- It means during the course of the day, I now have about 20 extra minutes that didn’t have before.
- It means I can now sell my stock in Scotts, Charmin and Lysol.
- It means less emergency runs when I’m out and about.
- It means I feel better…something we all deserve.
Now…a bigger question, what DOESN’T it mean?
- It doesn’t mean there is a direct cause and effect here. This is hardly scientifically validated.
- It doesn’t mean this is forever. But I’m enjoying it for the time being.
- And lastly, it doesn’t mean I’ll never eat out again?
Wait. What?! You just said…I mean you feel better so why would you ever…Dude, what the hell are you thinking?
I know. I hear ya. Here’s what I say. When (if?!) restaurants open back up again, I’m sure a time will come where I’ll eat out at a non 100% GF restaurant. And we’ll take it from there. We’ll see how my stomach reacts. If it goes bad again, it means eating out is perhaps a bigger risk than I thought it was and restaurants perhaps don’t (or can’t) take the necessary precautions to keep us safe.
And that would be a bummer. A total celiac bummer.