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.