I am in denial. I am approaching my 1-year-with-celiac-disease mark. I am craving a peanut butter sandwich. I am sad. I am tired of not eating muffins. I am tired of cupcakes that taste like cornbread even though there's no corn in the recipe. I am happy to feel (mostly) better. I am tired of "Oh, wait, you can't. Sorry." I am refusing to believe that something is wrong with me today. I am refusing to write my traditional post about having celiac disease.
THEREFORE, I shall play picture tag with my Uncle Chuck.
1. On my next birthday, I will be
one of the numbers in that picture.2. I would like to travel to
Cavin, Ireland.3. My favorite food is
ribeye steak.
4. My favorite place is
snug in a hug.5. My nickname is
apparently the name of a line of pet care products.6. My favorite color is
puce.7. My college major was
8. The name of my love is
Jim.
9. My hobby is
the written word.10. My bad habit is
probably pretty obvious.
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* The occasional day of denial can save your sanity.
* I'm guessing there's days you could be any of the numbers in that picture. 10, 19, 33, 86?
* So Jim doesn't know which end is up?
* The written word hug is an awesome picture for a writer.
Thanks for writing.
Puce? You know what immediately popped into my head, don't you. You're saying it yourself at this very moment. Puce juice! I know how much you love Christmas movies.
Great post! Loved the pictures.
I'm sorry you are struggling!! We go out and try a bunch of "new" foods when the hubby gets that way - head on over to Wegmans or Whole Market and explore their gluten free area!!
You are the greatest! Love your picture story. I won't touch that "puce" thing, but you know I'm thinking . . . Thanks for playing.
Sometimes it is more than okay to just "be"...thanks for sharing!
Oh, you've hit the one year slump. I did too. I am at 2 years 2 months. It WILL get better. But then worse again and then better and then worse and better. You get the idea! Hang in there. Every day is a new day!
Oh, you've hit the one year slump. I did too. I am at 2 years 2 months. It WILL get better. But then worse again and then better and then worse and better. You get the idea! Hang in there. Every day is a new day!
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