Because the doctor said so...

...I'm back on a gluten-rich diet for the next three months. This is going to be the most excruciating and wonderful thing that has happened to me in a while. Let me tell you why.

Having Celiac disease is pretty...I don't know... interesting. You get the best of both worlds: not being able to eat your favorite foods without dire consequence and the bliss of a [mostly] pain-free abdomen. Before the diagnosis, life is a struggle in every way because of the different things that go along with CD. One welcomes just about any diagnosis just to figure out why his or her body is acting so crazily. So not eating your favorite foods when you have Celiac is kind of a welcomed thing because it means you have less pain.

So why is Doc doing this? Since I've been gluten-free for the passed three months, my body has begun to repair itself from the damages caused by CD. He wants to do a few tests on me for clairification and research purposes but cannot if my body does not have a consistent "dose" of gluten in it each day. In order for the tests to be accurate, my body has to be re-damaged. Pretty much, he wants to put my body into turmoil so he can get a clearer answer and help others down the road. I'm pretty sure what's going on in my body is explanatory. Gluten = ouch. Gluten-free = YAY! Maybe I should be come a gastrointologist.

Delicious sandwich (SOFT BREAD!!) for dinner last night didn't end up to well. It was a....uhh... interesting night. I skipped breakfast for fear of a day like the night before and had a burger (with BUN!) for lunch. Again. Not such a hot day. And, thanks to Bethany's ice cream delivery service, I had cookie dough ice cream, something I hadn't eaten for MONTHS. Yes, the food was AMAZING and my tongue loved it. But the rest of my body is far more powerful than my taste buds.

I'm not looking forward to the lethargy, insomnia, irritablity, migranes, pain, fear, and everything else that goes along with CD, but I'm just hoping Doc ordered the right thing for my body.

So what's for dinner? According to Doc, probably pizza or a sandwich. According to my belly in combination with fear, I just might wait for breakfast.