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Happy November! I honestly can’t believe it’s here. I love November, because I love Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving is absolutely my favorite holiday. Thus far, I have a relatively un-crazy family, and it’s just nice to get together and enjoy each other’s company and some really good food. There’s not hype like there is with Halloween and Christmas, and there’s still a chance for some decent weather.
Now, as to the title of this post. You may or may not be aware of NaBloPoMo, or National Blog Post Month. I’ve never done it before, but I’m giving it a try this year with a slight twist: National Health Blog Post Month. Dealing with Celiac Disease, food allergies and gastroparesis, food and health are of great interest to me. (In fact, I’m not sure that those two words — food and health — are really as separate as we think they are.)
The prompt for today is about coming up with titles for a potential book I would write. Coming up with titles is not a forte of mine (though I suspect using Twitter is helping me practice that skill). If I were to write a book, the accurate (though not necessarily best-selling) title is “Finding Myself and Opening Up Through Celiac Disease.”
My Celiac diagnosis in May of 2009 changed my life, for good or bad….or both. It opened up a world of new foods, new friends, a love of cooking, a love of canning, and I have started on the road to being patient with myself. I have always struggled with being nice to and patient with myself, and the struggle continues to this day. I’m teaching my tastebuds and my stomach to get along better. I’m trying to listen to my body and what it needs before I just assume that I already know. I’ve let go of pre-conceived notions about when and what I must eat. Learning about myself has been an amazing journey, and even if I were told tomorrow that I could go back to eating as much gluten as I wanted, I wouldn’t. I couldn’t.
I’m on a new road. Even though it’s not always easy, and even though I can’t always see where I’m going, I know I’m going in the right direction. I’m making progress. For now, that’s what I need.