I hate the word gluten.
I hate having to say I am gluten free.
I hate having to eat gluten free, but that is a rant for another day.
Let me run an experiment on you, wipe your mind. Don’t think about anything!
Well, except to finish this blog post of course!
What do you immediately FEEL when I say “gluten”?
Let me guess, a small tingle of annoyance pops up the back of your neck. Trust me the tingle I get is more like a cheese grater being dragged up my spine. Maybe you think, “ughhhhh, not another one” or you immediately start to glaze over.
The word “gluten” has made quite a reputation for itself. If it’s not careful, soon it’ll be known as the slut next door.
But seriously. You may be a literal saint on this planet Earth and if you can actually begin to feel empathy or sympathy for the person saying they eat gluten free. But even then, gluten still brings about these feelings deep down inside I bet.
Never, does mentioning the word “gluten” actually bring about positive, happy thoughts. Bringing the word “gluten” to the dinner table isn’t going to make you any friends, except maybe crazy Aunt Sue who thinks she’s gluten free but literally eats a half a cake in one sitting with no repercussions.
And don’t even get me started about the negativity following me around because I actually have to EAT gluten free. Constantly having to turn down a sweet Grandma’s home made pie, or a dripping with gooey cheese grilled cheese from the food truck or a cute adorable child who wants to shove a half eaten animal cracker in your mouth never gets easier. Well, maybe the child slimed animal cracker, that will always be a hard no.
I hate gluten. I hate that my body can’t process it and that I have to miss out on delicious morsels of food, but I mostly hate its stigma.
I like to consider myself a fairly positive person. I am no unicorn jumping around on puffy clouds with rainbows following me, but I like to laugh and generally be happy. Being gluten free really jams me up though.
It is like this little black cloud of doom that follows me around EVERYWHERE. Like, go away! At least 10x a day I am either turning down some delicious morsel and thus making the giver feel bad for even offering it to me although they had no idea I was gluten free. I don’t want to make people feel bad for offering me food. I love food! But that’s what gluten does. I can do everything in my power to let the giver down gently, but ultimately I have to let the cat out of the bag and crush their soul.
I hate having this dream crusher chilling in my gut. It sucks.
Like gluten is basically on the same caliber as diet. Like nobody wants to sit at a table with Tammy who is on a low-sugar, no-carb diet. Well, no one wants to sit at a table with someone who has to explain gluten free to the server. It’s a fun-time ruiner.
I’m not sure how it has developed into this negative, hurricane force winds fun destroyer, but I hate it. And I hate that it is part of what defines me.
Rant over. Commence with your non-gluten free lives.
If you are gluten free, I’m sorry, I’m with you. The support group meets on Wednesdays.
(But really, there actually are Celiac support groups in cities across the United States, if you are looking to find others like you, that’s a good place to start!)
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Read more about my gluten free journey, and maybe learn a thing or two that can help you.
- The Best Gluten Free Travel Snacks Great travel snacks do exist and they come from Enjoy Life Foods. This #allergyfriendly company makes granola bars, trail mix and even baking mixes that are free of the 8 major allergens. Check them out!
- Spanish for Gluten Free Travel This is a guest post that breaks down some useful phrases for those traveling with dietary restrictions to Spanish speaking countries. Use this info to travel safely and still experience some wonderful grub!
- A Quick Guide To Eating Gluten Free In Mexico Mexico has been one of my all time favorite destinations for gluten free food. From tacos to guacamole to corn and everything in between, eating gluten free in this country was wonderfully simple.