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*Insert Led Zeppelin song title here*

...whether it be "Ramble on" or "Over the hills and far away"  or "Battle of Evermore".  All are quite appropriate in their own right.

The last few months have been... strange.

 Strange and wonderful.

JP and ZG are growing like weeds and changing into little people.  This is both fascinating and terrifying.

I have discovered (through a series of tests and trials) that I have quite a severe intolerance (dare I say allergy) to gluten. This makes me sad and resentful. I almost feel (dare I say) weak and high maintenance.
I haven't really talked much about it, cause I almost feel ashamed.  Why?!  I couldn't tell you.
i guess it's the sheer frustration that I can be transformed from the person I am; loud, confident, and, dare I say, funny... into this pile of useless flesh, crippled by migraines and digestive distress from eating...

Baked goods.

That's dumb as hell.

Seriously.  Anyone who has known me for any amount of times knows how much I love food.  Bread and pasta were always staples, both when i was growing up, and once I got my own place. Over the course of the last several years, I developed a love for baking.  Cookies, breads, cakes... all things that I now find have been making me sicker and sicker as time ticks by.

The wonderful thing about all of this is that I have discovered the main cause of my (sometimes 5 times a week) migraines.  Ever since I cut wheat out of my diet, I have been nearly pain free.  The one time I did get a headache, it was weather related, and just kind of annoying,
The pain was completely knocked out with some Advil.

With this change of necessity, I have been finding ways to make things that I can eat... and ways to cook meals without all of those convenient foods that had become staples in our house.


It's a work in progress, but what isn't?!

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