Tuesday, June 26, 2012

The One Where I Don't Have to Give Up Coffee

Hey, 'member that time I was all like "leaky gut, waaah, restricted diet, boo-hoo?"

Totes not going to happen.

My doc appointment Monday went swimmingly. Except the part when I nearly burst into tears of relief (and how I know I've got a good doctor? Instead of awkwardly ignoring the fact that I am mid-meltdown, she simply hugged me and told me I was doing great).

Basically, what it boils down to is that celiac is a son-of-a-gun that doesn't just magically heal overnight because you've stopped stuffing your face with doughnuts (and stuff my face I did. America, and Alissa, ran on Dunkin'). She told me random aches and pains are to be expected while recovering. And if I'm tired a lot? Guess what. It's because I HAVE AN AUTOIMMUNE DISEASE.

Needless to say I went directly to my nearest grocer and loaded up on things that were strictly verboten on the "leaky gut" plan. Never, ever did I think I would be so excited about the prospect of eating tomatoes and corn.

The second thing I did? Get a giant coffee. Huge. Ginormous.

And you know what? It felt pretty freakin' good.

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