One Year with Celiac Disease

It’s been one year since my celiac disease diagnosis. A quick reflection and the recipe that gave hope.

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It’s been one year. One year with celiac disease (officially). One year gluten-free. It’s my gluten antiversary…. if you will. (Click here to read about my celiac diagnosis.)

In many ways, this year was easier than I thought it would be…

In some ways it was harder.

The Easy Part

The gluten-free diet was easy to accept. I went gluten-free and never looked back. The concrete nature of the diagnosis gave me instant resolve.

I don’t crave anything with gluten. I don’t even want to be near it, really. If I have to touch it, I feel… germy. The thought of cheating makes me shudder. I’m thankful for that because I know it’s much harder for some people. To me, gluten is like poison ivy.

The Hard Parts

One of the hardest parts has been social situations. I get nervous about the food. Even if something might be safe, even if I know in my brain it probably is, I just won’t eat if I feel unsure. That means I end up hungry if I don’t plan ahead.

Eating out is pretty much gone. I’m an introvert and I don’t really like being a bother. The thought of going to a restaurant, explaining my dietary restrictions, and still not really knowing if the food was handled safely is honestly enough to keep me at home. It’s just easier and safe. If the carefree nature of eating out is gone, why bother? Why have the stress of the unknown?

I’m not proud of these things. Those are areas to work on for sure. I know I can’t live in a bubble forever.

The weirdest side effect has been nightmares. I dream constantly that I am eating gluten. In my dreams, I don’t want to be eating gluten but I do it anyway. It’s weird and I always wake up a little creeped out! It’s been a year and I’m still getting these nightmares… hopefully they go away eventually!

A Year of Healing

I feel stronger. Healthier. A year of healing can do a lot. I think I’m so comfortable in my bubble because I know that I feel good. I know that just one bloated stomach means I’ve undone some healing. That’s just not worth it for food.

Even though my body feels stronger and healthier, I also learned it was much weaker than I even realized.

A bone density scan revealed osteoporosis/low bone mass. While the specialist I saw seemed optimistic about recovery, it made me realize just how damaging this disease is. How it wreaked havoc. It made me wonder… what else? What if?

What else is deficient? What other parts of my body are hurting? What if I had fallen and broken a bone or a hip? I say that last one somewhat sarcastically, but also in complete seriousness. What if I had never been diagnosed? How much longer could my body have sustained itself?

Thankfully I was diagnosed. Thankfully I know. Thankfully I’m strong enough in mind to say no. Thankfully, I’m healing.

I’m thankful I found a doctor that knows celiac disease. I’m thankful to have a supportive husband who stands unwaveringly by my side. I’m thankful for a supportive family that tries, that babysits for appointments, that listens. I’m thankful for my cute kids who always ask when they see me eating something good, “is that gluten-free?!”

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