While working at my favorite coffeeshop today, I’m throwing glances over to the counter, to the dome of glass that sheltered what was a half-loaf of chocolate banana bread when I got here. With AM turned to PM, there might be a slice left. It’s hard to tell since the remnant has fallen facedown on the plate without its siblings to lean on, resigned to its fate. I really want to eat it, but I’m resisting because of my dang spare tire. Continue reading
Over the last couple of days, a sore throat had me down for the count. I could barely talk, my body ached, and every time I swallowed, it felt like someone was twisting a knife in my throat. I buckled from the pain. If it weren’t for a love of stuffing my face, and I probably wouldn’t have eaten.
And there was no escaping it at night. The constant pain of swallowing wouldn’t let me sleep. I put a towel on my pillow, hoping that I could drool all night long instead of swallowing. My autonomic nervous system didn’t allow it, probably ’cause it doesn’t want me to drown in my own spit as I sleep. Continue reading
Cool Mum gave up gluten as part of her diet overhaul when she was diagnosed with gestational diabetes. After having Cool Newbie, she stuck with her diet and has been gluten-free (‘GF’ to those in the know) ever since. I’ve supported her decision, aside from a few (or many) complaints when it came time to pick what to get at a restaurant or grocery store.
Gluten-free is great…for her. She’s never pushed her diet upon me; I’ve been my pizza, cookie, and bread-loving self. But when we talked about what to give up for Lent, the question came up: What about gluten? Continue reading