My husband and I asked for bunless burgers at Five Guys a
few weeks ago, and the kid taking our order panicked. “Are you,” she gasped, “allergic?”
She was right to be concerned. Five Guys is the last place you’d want to be with
severe food allergies. But John’s just avoiding carbs in an attempt to lose weight,
and it looks like I have non-celiac gluten sensitivity. If I had celiac disease,
I doubt I’d ever be able to eat out for fear of cross-contamination. Even the
way the sacrament is prepared in my congregation – gluten free wafers in cups handled by
the same fingers that tear bread – would be catastrophic. I’m not avoiding
digestive issues with my weird diet; just debilitating joint pain. It does seem
to be working. A nice side benefit: my stylist says since I cut out wheat, my
hair is growing thicker. She’s probably noticed I tip better when she says stuff
like that.
No comments:
Post a Comment