What, you ask, is this about?
G-free. You know that culprit lurking about in foods many cannot eat.
I hear anecdotes, jokes and disbelief. I see eye rolls. Well, it’s a real problem for me.
Recovery is a great road to travel on, and a horrible one to wish for. Just like with anything else health-related. The journey can kill.
However, I am not one to sit about with my limbs propped, whining about something.
Pragmatic, that’s what I am. Or if you view the synonym, hardheaded works, too.
But now after a rough relapse, I’m eating my gluten free pretzels and enjoying life again. This battle-worn body is moving. Forward.
“Wait for it,” as Barney (HIMYM) would say, “side five.”
Forward Focused™ – that’s what I am!