It should come as no surprise that I fell off the gluten wagon (or is that the gluten free wagon?)
The experiment lasted only about three weeks.
I suspect I don’t have a gluten sensitivity. I really didn’t notice a huge difference in my health after nixing wheat and its cousins for a few weeks. I may have noticed a little increased energy, but that was probably as a result of eating some better foots (with the exception of all those corn tortilla chips…)
Thing is, slightly more energy is not worth giving up
- KD Spirals
- garlic fingers
- eating out
If I discovered I was celiac and had to eat gluten free for my health, that would be another story altogether.
If I grew wings and rainbows starting shooting out of my rear end, then I would be willing to put in the extra effort and cash required to keep eating gluten-free.
All along, I knew I would return to a gluten-filled diet if I noticed little difference in my health. My chicken skin arms are still looking rather chicken skin-ny. I’m also still fat. At one point I lost five pounds, but then gained it back again. This was probably as a result of eating tortillas and salsa.
Needless to say, I am a happy little carb addict again. Breakfast satisfies me once more thanks to the fact I can eat wheat and granola. I have no issues ordering meals off the menu—everything is fair game and I don’t have to stress over cross-contamination in the kitchen.
The only problem with the great gluten-free experiment? I now have a plethora of gluten-free flours I have to use before they go bad. It should be easy if I mix them with white flour and, well, start baking my own food from scratch again.
Going gluten-free for your health, if you have to, is not a bad thing. When you don’t notice a difference, though, you might as well get a loaf of bread and tear into it like a cheetah picking apart a gazelle.