A friend of mine brought over a whole gluten-free care package. How sweet is that!? She made me two loaves of this rice bread. I couldn't wait for the picture I had to take a bite first. It was really good. I ate two pieces. I had known that she was a really healthy eater, I just hadn't known why.
I made this discovery last Saturday. Which probably contributed significantly to my ultra bad day. I was feeling pretty sorry for myself. It's a lot overwhelming. But I'm trying to move past it and just get healthy.
I went through a difficult trial a few years ago and felt really sorry for myself for a long time. After it was over I realized all I could have learned from it. So I made a pact with myself not to wait for the end of something difficult to realize the good that could be learned from the situation. One thing I have learned from this is the importance of asking questions to get answers. You really can't get answers if you aren't persistent. I started having symptoms for this almost 6 years ago. Right after Olivia was born. I thought it was severe eczema due to the increase in hand washing. Or perhaps a soap allergy. In the past 6 years I have tried everything in relation to my own original conclusion. No one offered me a different solution. Not even a dermatologist. But the responsibility is my own. And I never once opened my mind to alternative ideas regarding the matter. I am a Relief Society teacher in my church. This last Sunday's lesson just reiterated to me the importance of meditation and prayer. Sometimes I feel like in the journey of life I'm a slow learner. Somehow it takes me years to figure things out. I am so grateful for the loving care of a Heavenly Father. I feel that He tenderly teaches me through my life's trials and triumphs. I'm grateful to have learned something new. Something my body has been screaming at me for 6 years. I finally listened. Finally got the message. Figuring out the specifics will apparently be a life long journey. But I'm sure it will be worth it. It already is. I wish I could explain better how spiritual this whole ordeal is for me. I guess it's just another very real example of how sometimes doing the more difficult thing is actually easier. Although there is a mourning period for the loss of old behaviors (popcorn and a movie). But now that I have the knowledge I can't not live this way. Now that I know that something I thought of as normal is causing me significant pain, I can't not live the way I now know is right. I know there will be a transition period that will be difficult. Learning the new behaviors (how to make gluten- free cookies) will be a process of trial and error, but in the end it will be worth it! My quality of life just sky rocketed.