I’ve gone gluten free due to some unexpected circumstances in my life.
I was enormous.
Like, balance a plate of pizza between your belly and your puppies.
So far, I’ve lost 5.5 pounds of swell.
In a week.
And surprisingly, I’ve seen this coming and I am on board a million percent.
Because I like to wear my real people pants.
The only thing I miss this week is Chick Fil A. And then all I have to do is ask myself how I feel after I eat one of those, and I just smile and put my nose back on the grindstone.
This is an experiment, just so you know.
I have some other stuff I need to look at as well.
I might be having puppies.
That’s not true.
I already have those.
Forget I said that.
I also mourn Papa John’s.
But it truly is nice to have my life back. And I can see my feet.
*update – I’ve always wanted to asterisk.
This was written last week. I am seeing many differences, from skin to energy.
Now I have to go, because there is lightening I have to watch from my balcony. That happens twice a year in Colorado and I don’t intend to miss it.