Let’s be honest, sometimes life gets us down. This is a story of getting down and then getting over it.
I have a pretty positive outlook on having Celiac Disease, having to eat gluten free and not getting to eat things like egg rolls and Chinese food in Chinese restaurants. About once a year I get PF Chang’s and satisfy my Chinese craving for a bit. It’s not as much as I used to eat it but it helps. Eating gluten free isn’t really that bad either. It could be worse, I could be allergic to dairy, avocados, and almonds. Things that I eat EVERY day. But it’s just gluten, right?
Well, last Monday was my “feeling sorry for myself” day. I had been at JUCO (the Junior College World Series) which happens every May in Grand Junction. It’s basically a week of sunshine, baseball and more sunshine. I spend as much time attending games and chillin’. Memorial Day I got to the stadium at 11 and stayed there all day. I had brought my usual snacks to tide me over and had plans to jet at 6 to grab a bite to eat before the 7:30pm game. Plans changed and I ended up taking photos of the team the Grand Junction Lions Club hosted (every year we host one of the teams) and not going to eat.
Mind you, this was my fault…I will admit that.
I had, earlier in the day, started wishing that I could go to the concession stand, pick whatever I wanted and just EAT. Not have play 20 questions with the gal behind the counter and then hope that she was right. It’s like playing Russian Roulette, really. I was tired of being different, of not being able to grab food and go, to have to leave the stadium to get something to eat and then come back, try to find a parking spot and…it was too much. I’m guessing the sun and heat had something to do with this breakdown as well.
But I had a pity party. I almost started crying and had to compose myself several times. Sometimes being gluten free really sucks. In fact, I found this and posted it to Facebook:
Don’t you ever just want to be normal?
I had friends comment on the picture from “Be strong!” to “I have those days” to “I wouldn’t eat normal for the world, I know how it hurts me”. The support was so good.
I ended up getting fries. They told me that they were gluten free. I hope they were right…
So, I had my moment, ate my fries, watched the game, went home, went to bed and the next day I was fine. My outlook was better. Sometimes you just have to have a moment and move on. The sun always comes up tomorrow, I’ve been told…and that is a true statement.
The moral of the story is twofold:
1. Have a pity party, get mad or sad or whatever and then MOVE ON. It’s life and the way it is whether it’s Celiac or a dairy allergy or something else. It could always be worse.
2. Stay positive. Negative energy only brings you and everyone else around you down. The more negativity, the less people will want to be around you and, when you really need support, it won’t be there.
Gluten free isn’t always the most glamorous or the most fun but it’s the most healthy for me. It could be gluten free or death and I choose gluten free.
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