Wheat Belly Blues
Gluten-free has been the buzzword around my house since January. Hubby and I have eschewed all things yummy (and non-yummy) containing wheat and/or gluten, which constitutes a whole lot of stuff we love to eat.
Anything made with wheat, i.e. bread, bagels, pastry, cookies, cakes, cereals, most prepackaged snacks (Pop Tarts, crackers, pretzels), pasta and breaded/battered anything have been abandoned. That means no Chick-fil-A, no Papa John’s, no KFC, no Firehouse Subs.
Yeah, I know. Pretty much all the really good stuff.
On the upside, we’ve saved a lot of money by not eating out. *sigh*
Aside from the obvious wheat-based products, you’d be amazed at the unexpected things that contain gluten: soy sauce, salad dressings, canned soups, communion wafers, corned beef and sausage, and some lipsticks. The list is endless.
We aren’t torturing our taste buds for the fun of it. I have IBS (which is what doctors diagnose when they have no earthly idea what’s wrong with you) and do notice a positive impact on my overall health with the removal of wheat and gluten. My husband is the ultimate best friend who came along for the ride. He says it is because he knows gluten is, in general, not a healthy product; but I know he’s doing it to offer moral support and keep me on the wagon. So thanks, babe.
In addition to being gluten-free, we’re also avoiding that other demon, high-fructose corn syrup, which is also pervasive and terrible, health-wise, especially for anyone with a family history of diabetes. Like gluten, HFCS lurks in a huge number of products.
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I recommend reading Wheat Belly by Dr. William Davis, a cardiologist who explains the effects of wheat and HFCS on the human body in a way that even non-scientifically minded people like me can understand (God gave me grammar skills to make up for my math and science deficiency). Even if you have no intention of going gluten-free you may find it interesting to understand how your body’s systems are affected by what you eat.
But I warn you. It isn’t for sissies.
See you next time –