I Never Really Liked that Anyways
That’s what I keep telling myself. I didn’t really like fresh, homemade bread. I didn’t like Chicken Carbonara. That sounds a lot more bearable than missing out on those wonderful tastes that have been a part of my life for as long as I can remember.
I miss the life where I could be picky because I was not because if I wasn’t, I would be in physical pain for days. While I did spend some time mourning those days, it doesn’t serve me to dwell on what was. I have had to learn to embrace what is now.
As I find more and more adults experiencing something similar, I decided to create this community where we could share and learn from one another.
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When you can’t control what’s happening to you, challenge yourself to change the way you are responding to it. That’s where the power is.inner.bliss
I have known about celiacs for years. My son has type 1 diabetes and celiacs often presents itself in people with diabetes or their family members. I never expected to be one of those family members.
I also never expected to go through my forties seemingly finding a new food allergy every day. At the moment I can no longer tolerate gluten, dairy, shell-fish, corn, and certain food dyes.
The reactions vary from intestinal issues, to brain fog, to skin reactions. The hardest part however is feeling overwhelmed. Feeling like you can’t eat anything and will never be able to enjoy food again.
That is why I created this site. I want to grow a community of like-minded people. People who are experiencing food issues as adults and are working to find their way back to living life and enjoying food again.