As I mentioned last week, after years of suffering from an invisible illness, possible misdiagnosis and generally turning into an 80-year-old in a 30ish okay, almost 40ish body, I have finally found an answer to my achy woes. I am now officially in the gluten-free club. I’m actually far more excited than I should be, mostly because I saw and felt significant improvement in just one week. I know it sounds like as seen on TV line, but it’s true.
This Thanksgiving I mourn the loss of stuffing. It’s my favorite part of the meal and honestly, I could eat it everyday for a month and still not cry out for turkey. This year, I get none of the buttery, crunchy toasted goodness. Well, I could, but it’ll hurt.