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!