My roommate is amazing

So it took two incidents, one with a fish sandwich and one with a slice of pizza, to convince me that:

a.) I am, in fact, quite allergic to wheat
b.) I will never, ever eat anything with gluten in it on purpose again, EVER

I knew cutting gluten out of my diet entirely had helped me feel a lot better, but after my two "trials," I felt like an old woman. My joints ached, my skin felt dry and my chest and arms broke out in eczema, my vertigo returned with a vengeance, my eyes felt fuzzy and sandy, and I felt bloated and heavy for days.

Never again.

That time with the mole was not so awesome, either, though not as bad as the pizza, which I am still shaking off a week later.

Aside from those two incidents, I haven't had bread, sweets, etc. I've been craving desserts and pasta especially. In fact, I've mostly been eating a handful of foods over and over and over again.

So when I came home from work Friday night and my roommate greeted me with awesome, gluten-free brownies that taste SO GOOD, and fantastic veggie soup, and a list of websites she'd found for me while she was bored and cooking ... wow. I've been poring over Gluten-Free Girl ever since. (And reading her list of symptoms, it's like seeing how I've been feeling for years and years.)

I'm excited; I have ideas for foods I can actually eat instead of the same rice noodles every night. I'm going grocery shopping tomorrow. And I'm going to start doing my own research and looking instead of letting other people kick me into gear.

And tonight, I'm going to enjoy myself some awesome brownies.