Denial knocks quietly at the door. You don't quite hear it at first but you recognize his knock because he's been here before. Denial is a quite guy. He really doesn't ask for much, just not to be bothered. In fact he'll serve your needs quite well. The problem is, Denial often brings his friend Complacent.
Complacent is a dangerous one. He will sneak in your brain and he can make you feel self satisfied and won't let you aware of any danger that arises. Between Denial and Complacent you can't trust what they say, and the things you really want for yourself and home become distant dreams.
Complacent was with me at my work for five years. I knew that there was nothing good left for me at my job. The joy had been drained and sucked out. And truly, there have been a lot of other visitors in my house since. I guess it's part of the project. The downfall about the risk is that it was risky, but at the same time there was everything to gain.
Currently I am working to get Denial out of my mom's house. She has a multitude of Celiac symptoms. A laundry list for sure, and doesn't want to get tested. She has accepted that life has been like this and will be. Currently, I'm working to find out where these genes came from. Or maybe, like the teasing went from my parents because of my blue eyes and fair hair, they did pick me up in aisle three...right next to the gluten.
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Intro
Wanting to be a glorified author as a child, I feel the need to write. Although, I don't think I would be very good at book signings, "how do you spell that again...". With all that being said, blogging is that resource out there and a good option.
Here's the story. I am twenty something, single and displaying behaviors what seems to be a "quarter life crisis". Recently my career, or job, took a toll for the quiting. However at this rate, my quarter life crisis will take me well past my centennial. I am also writing because like the millions out there, I have been recently diagnosis with Celiac's disease. Looking for mentors in this new life style change both with my job and new diet situation is like finding an extra five in your pocket, (it happens, but not often enough to rely on paying for your Starbucks addiction).
So, I feel obligated at this time to share "my story". I will try to leave out all the Elizabeth Hasselback'esqe I can muster. I always knew I was different. In some way, I was always a little odd. As I grew up I accepted my differences calling myself unique. Later, it became a struggle to get out. Laying on my couch in the daylight wondering when energy would overtake me seemed a little more than off.
I once asked my good friend Kim, who I carpooled with to my job, "Why do THEY keep making me go to that place everyday." I knew that it was a problem. Doubled over in pain sometimes I would lay close to the toilet praying for whatever was ailing me in my body would just fall out (although that would have been traumatic and then we would be blogging about disappearing body parts).
Like all projects, they have to become finished. I'm not saying that this will be a quick afternoon project, maybe a journey at the least. I am trying to figure out what I'm good at, who I am. And mostly, how to eat out in restaurants without feeling like a gluten-free freak. Or worse, a gluten-free hippie. Here's what I know today. Mary's gone crackers sticks and twigs taste just like it sounds, like sticks and twigs. I may have discovered that I am gluten intolerant, however I have not found my inner forager.
With all the resources out there, both on the Internet and with people, I hope that this journey can be the kind that no one asks, "ARE WE THERE YET?" So, I'll entertain people with some antics, and maybe they can learn some things too!
Here's the story. I am twenty something, single and displaying behaviors what seems to be a "quarter life crisis". Recently my career, or job, took a toll for the quiting. However at this rate, my quarter life crisis will take me well past my centennial. I am also writing because like the millions out there, I have been recently diagnosis with Celiac's disease. Looking for mentors in this new life style change both with my job and new diet situation is like finding an extra five in your pocket, (it happens, but not often enough to rely on paying for your Starbucks addiction).
So, I feel obligated at this time to share "my story". I will try to leave out all the Elizabeth Hasselback'esqe I can muster. I always knew I was different. In some way, I was always a little odd. As I grew up I accepted my differences calling myself unique. Later, it became a struggle to get out. Laying on my couch in the daylight wondering when energy would overtake me seemed a little more than off.
I once asked my good friend Kim, who I carpooled with to my job, "Why do THEY keep making me go to that place everyday." I knew that it was a problem. Doubled over in pain sometimes I would lay close to the toilet praying for whatever was ailing me in my body would just fall out (although that would have been traumatic and then we would be blogging about disappearing body parts).
Like all projects, they have to become finished. I'm not saying that this will be a quick afternoon project, maybe a journey at the least. I am trying to figure out what I'm good at, who I am. And mostly, how to eat out in restaurants without feeling like a gluten-free freak. Or worse, a gluten-free hippie. Here's what I know today. Mary's gone crackers sticks and twigs taste just like it sounds, like sticks and twigs. I may have discovered that I am gluten intolerant, however I have not found my inner forager.
With all the resources out there, both on the Internet and with people, I hope that this journey can be the kind that no one asks, "ARE WE THERE YET?" So, I'll entertain people with some antics, and maybe they can learn some things too!
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