I spent the last few days foggy, crampy, and…nevermind the last issue I was going to mention. I’ll spare you the details.
I wrote a while back about how my husband did the Clean program and found out about some food issues he’s been having. Well, since I don’t want to cook separate meals, we all eat his way now.
Most of the time.
This weekend was not typical.
In a moment of weakness, I bought a package of 4 pepperoni rolls at the Mennonite store down the street. Which created a second moment of weakness when I decided to eat one. The kids split the second, and my dog who is completely devoid of manners lately helped herself to the other two.
Thank goodness, because I also had the bright idea to bake cookies with Hoss.
He loves baking and the mess and his miniature rolling pin and everything that goes along with it. We don’t do it often, because I don’t even have regular baking down, let alone the science of gluten-free baking.
But we baked, and as we all know, you don’t bake to get 3 cookies. We made 3 dozen cookies.
And I can’t help myself. If I want to stay out of the junk, I need to not have it around. I know how I operate. When it comes to sweets, I operate like a garbage disposal.
Only a few hours passed until I felt the physical effects. It took about a day to feel the mental fog from gluten, and that part hangs around.
Seriously, when will I learn? Gluten is some nasty stuff.