Last month marked my 10th anniversary as a gluten-free blogger, December will mark my 6th anniversary as a certified integrative health coach, and January, will mark my 34th anniversary as a celiac.
In some ways I can’t believe it’s been that long since my diagnosis. I can still remember it so clearly. The excruciating stomach pains, the bloating, the weightloss, (95 pounds just before diagnosis), the tingling and numbness in my jaw and hands, not to mention the diarrhea, and embarrassing gas that followed eating any food. The severe, debilitating exhaustion, the urge to munch on ice chips constantly. I remember not even being able to clear the table and put the dirty dishes into the dishwasher after feeding my family dinner, because of the severe belly bloat and pain.
After the diagnosis, I was relieved to finally know what exactly was wrong with me, but then came the complete and total upheaval of my life. Any and all food that I had grown up eating had now become forbidden. Bread; no, pasta; no, canned, frozen, convienient? No, no and no.
I remember standing in my kitchen and crying my heart out literally sobbing over pizza. Pizza! for heaven’s sake. They didn’t have grocery store shelves filled with ready made gluten-free frozen pizza, there wasn’t anything that I could just go to the store and pick off of the shelf. No “gluten-free” labels, no label that listed the eight known food allergens. (That labeling law didn’t come into effect for many more years). I had to read Every-Single-Label to make sure it was safe to eat. And then couldn’t always be sure of the hidden gluten in strange words and ingredients.
I had to purchase gluten-free bread, rice flours and pasta online. And if you think some of the gluten-free breads out there now are bad? You should have eaten the cardboard from Ener G Foods. The pasta turned to paste upon touching the boiling water.
I don’t tell you this to feel sorry for me or think how bad it was. I tell you this, because all of this, is what put me on the path to becoming a health coach and blogger.
My passion is, that, if I can help just one person not have to go through all of the agony that I went through. If I can help one person figure out all of the puzzle pieces of celiac disease to ease their struggle to a gluten-free life, then everything that I’ve gone through will be worth it.
Luckily, ?, for me, it only took six months of active symptoms to get diagnosed. Although I’m certain that I suffered symptoms long before diagnosis. I remember severe constipation as a child, I had itchy rashes on my hands, (diagnosed as an allergic reaction to dish detergent), a rash on my ankles, (diagnosed by a dermatologist as flea bites, once she found out I had a dog, even though my dog had no fleas at all whatsoever). Hair loss, anemia, underweight my whole entire life, I think now they call it failure to thrive. All of these things now tell me that the suffering I went through as a 28 year old mother could have been less severe if someone would have looked beyond the obvious symptoms to the root cause.
If you’d like to read my whole story, you can find it here: How I came to be gluten-free.
If any of this sounds like you, or if you already have a diagnosis of celiac or NCGS and are still not feeling your best, let me help you.
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