Showing posts from November, 2017

Gluten-Free Treatment Worse Than the Disease? Celiac Chat on Life

I didn’t think Celiac Disease was a disability when I lived as a freelancer, consulting with families and individuals on nutrition. My day necessarily dealt with my, and others’, meals and thoughts about food. I didn't want to think of it as a disability when I was first diagnosed either, because too much grief lay in that; and after all, eating gluten free is a straightforward prescription. Prior to my freelancing, I was a student, working part-time, in a gluten-free bubble, traveling carefully or never at all.
Isn’t it easy as anything to swim in and out of all the gluten-free gregariousness online, and live in a bubble of FOOD, SAFE FOOD, HOW DO YOU MAKE FOOD
...and yet, does the ordinary individual with celiac have the bubble of time to live like that -- like people blog and pin and tweet and post?
I recently finished my graduate studies in philosophy, put my nutrition business on stand-by (I’ve kept clients but am not soliciting more), and transitioned into a full…

Gut Healing Tips: Fall Food, Warm Colours, Eat the Rainbow of the Foliage

When the dark sets in, especially in the North, the cold comes too. In Boston, the sky begins to slump in like Atlas's shoulders -- broad and bowed; and the air and sounds of the city become muffled. Cold creates a physical foreboding. After all, cold like you get in Winter is deadly.

Even with the modern shelter and heating we have, the cold closes in like predator.

O smacking and wackings on the poor tender head! or gut, though Gurgi (in Prydain Chronicles) doesn't mention it; but then, the poor blighter didn't have celiac.

This reading celiac kid-cum-nutritionist has celiac, and I have enough smackings and wackings on my poor tender gut without the additional distress of plunging cold, and sunlessness, to batter it more.

As I paged through a book at lunch last week, celiac thoughts and experience intermingling with the narrative, I read the words rest, & stew, & warm waft of something golden and simmering. The characters were exhausted, and had come to rest. Hung…

When Celiac Could Be Cured -- Or Not?

a celiac cure in the offing? 
"I'm holding out for when I can eat a big gluten-ful muffin."

I wasn't. Am not.

My friend has celiac too, but he was thinking cure and rage rage against the dying of the light. I wasn't.

What a ton of unpleasant bricks, I thought: because I had unconsciously stuck myself square into the idea that my disease was normal.
How comfortable should I be with a disease? Where is the line between acceptance and ingenuity -- and bleak resignation?

"There are lots of things just as good gluten-free," he said after that, "But somethings just were meant to a have gluten. And so was I."

Logically, he's right. No one's body, functioning in health, tries to murder its small intestine when it detects gluten -- that's madness. We were meant to be able to eat gluten without an autoimmune response (regardless of what you think about its other qualities).

The exchange left me with many questions, and a lot of anger, and fr…