Gluten Free Friday.....

I'm dedicating Friday's from here on out to Gluten! Gluten Free that is!! Five years ago (holy crap I can't believe it's been that long) I started having headaches/body aches/mental fog etc. Really, I felt like shit. It had started toward the end of my pregnancy with Kohl and continued after he was delivered. Something was wrong I just didn't know what it was. After 3 years of going to different doctors, specialists and basically everyone else who eventually would just look at me like I had gone crazy or was depressed, I found a doctor that helped me figure things out! She didn't look at me like I was insane, a wimp (seriously I had a doctor tell me that.....ASSHOLE), or just plain stupid. She helped me, listened to me and through process of elimination she led me to a gluten free life. Just 3 days after eliminating gluten from my diet, my headache/body ache was GONE. I hadn't felt that great in 5 years. Holy shit! I felt better than I had in my whole life. It only took 4 years to figure it out, but from then on I was Gluten Free.

Then I realized I couldn't have beer. WTF!!!!!! Seriously???

This is torture!! I got over it though, after tears and ranting. :) And I found a wonderful gluten free beer that I enjoy! Woodchuck beer. Horrible name, but really tasty!

It's hard to be gluten free. At home it's under my total control but when you go somewhere it's like there is gluten everywhere!! I will NEVER go back to eating that crap though. EVER. I'm getting pretty good at cooking without gluten and my kids/husband/hired men can't tell. Or they know better than to say they can tell the difference. Cause I'll go all crazy gluten free bitch on them. :)

What are your favorite gluten free products, recipes, etc????

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