See the above tattoo? That’s my left arm. If you can’t read it, it says “No Grain. No Pain.” I got it about a year after I was diagnosed with this aggravating disease. I figured if I’m going to mar my body for life, it should at least have some meaning, right?
And I actually believed this to. I figured if I just led a 100% gluten free diet, I’d be pain free. I mean…that is the ONLY cure. Well, not exactly a cure, but more of a prevention of other uglier diseases which celiac can lead to.
But here I am, five years later, and I still have more bad days than good days. I’ve dropped gluten. I’ve dropped soy. I’ve dropped 99% of dairy. What the hell else can I do, you know? A man’s gotta eat. Do I stop having my morning fix (coffee…not drugs)? Do I stop imbibing in the pleasure of an alcoholic beverage (or two…three…)?
At what point do you just throw your hands up and say eff it and dive into a big bowl of pasta? If I’m gonna be in pain, I may as well live my life.
But at the end of the day, I can’t…and I don’t. I’d like to live another 46 years and if that means making sacrifices to keep me going, even if it’s not perfect, it is well worth it. I’ll just vent once in awhile and then go eat my Udi’s.