Going Gluten Free (sniff)

For those of you who may have known me 10 years ago, you would know that even the thought of "gluten free" would not enter my mind.

Working at the iconic Natural Foodstore on the Sunshine Coast, I scoffed loudly at the fools spending ridiculous money for wheat free cake and gluten free lasagne sheets. And here I am, at the ripe old age of 29 doing exactly the same. It would seem that in fact, Karma is officially a bitch. 

After a constant battle with my eyes to stay open at my desk, looking bloated enough to get offered a seat on the train and the requirement to be within running distance to the loo within an hour of eating a pizza I decided, perhaps this wheat intolerance thing isn't baloney after all. 

So a small test to cut wheat out of my diet had miraculous results. Energy! A flatter tummy! Regular bowel movements! 

I wish I could be thrilled about this decision but I am not. For anyone who suffers similarly to me, you will know that gluten free versions of our favourite foods, do in fact taste like arse. In fact, Sainsbury's don't even bother to insult our intelligence by calling their Free-From bread "bread" - they call it LOAF. 

And while the pizza base I made from The Gluten Free Student Cookbook was an excellent substitute, when The Boy arrived with his glutenous pizza, and I saw how much better his looked I wanted to cry.

I do honestly feel that my years of attrocious eating habbits have finally caught up with me, and I can hear my former Natural Foodstore colleagues saying I told you so, despite them being on the other side of the world. 

So wish me luck in my continual battle. Because as much as anyone tries to deny it, giving up a delicious slice of fresh white bread, a wedge of Victoria Sponge or the odd Domino's is a very hefty price to pay for your health.