Ahhh, those were the days. I would resentfully cook up a separate spaghetti sauce for him with no ground beef, and be mildly annoyed that he wouldn't have dessert so I shouldn't either because it would be too hard for him.
Now I think about what I have given up this past year. Pretty much all bread (except a few gluten free dairy free soy free varieties), all fast food, all sodas--actually all beverages except water and a glass of juice very rarely. My first food sensitivity test showed that I was intolerant to nearly all my favorite foods--potatoes, olives, garlic, onions, lettuce, spinach, mushrooms, celery, goat cheese, rice. But none of the stuff that really bothered me, like fruit, sugar, wheat. So I stuck with that diet for a while, eventually going on a rotation diet with everything else.
Then I was basically starving myself, so my nutritionist threw all the tests out the window and just told me to eat whole foods that didn't cause any symptoms. Now I don't eat gluten, dairy, or soy, and limit the sugar intake. I wish eating donuts was a choice. Unless I want serious pain, I simply can't.
So Lent has been a bit superfluous this year. Well, that's not exactly true. We've given up the Amex to see if we can work on a cash only basis. Life's not hard enough, right? We need Lent to really show us what a purposeful challenge can be.
Having vented a bit about all my poor pitiful food issues, I can honestly say that it's not that hard anymore. Things are clearer. I know that if I eat anything with bread or flour, I will suffer abdominal pain and all that goes with that for three days. So it makes it really easy not to. I know that if I eat cheese or drink milk or even eat yogurt, my ears will fill up and my throat will get sore. Soy makes my throat sore too--even more than dairy. Everything was so mixed up before. Last summer I thought all I could eat was wheat, cheese, beans, and fruit. Now that I've paid attention for almost a year, I can tell the difference. I don't need to go by tests anymore. I know what my body can or cannot handle. I feel like I have a little more control now, and that feels good.
Saw a gastroenterologist this week for the first time (finally), and got labs to test for celiac plus a bunch of other stuff. Seems like I'm always waiting for the next piece of the puzzle. It's okay--I've learned patience. Meanwhile, I'll enjoy Lent in New Orleans. Peace after the chaos of Mardi Gras, beautiful weather, and excellent seafood, especially on Fridays!