I can’t eat wheat, well at least I thought I couldn’t. I suffer from a number of annoying digestive problems plus IBS on top of it all and over the past few months I discovered that if I don’t eat wheat, I don’t suffer with the same pain. So I cut it from my diet and so far have been doing much better. However, I just looked at my expensive “gluten free” bread that I keep in the freezer and looked at its ingredients.

1.Wheat
2.Gluten

Ok…

Last week I grabbed a different bag from the bottom of the supermarket freezers. There are two that are similar, same ingredients, one is gluten free, one is not. So I have been eating the wheat bread with no particular side effects. If anything, I’ve been feeling better.

So now it has me thinking, well apart from the fact that I’ve been paying $6 lately for normal bread , does this mean it’s all in my head? Am I now just thinking that wheat is going to make me sick, when in actual fact, it’s probably something entirely different? I’m a little confused with what to do now. Do I keep eating the bread if it’s not having negative effects or do I go back on to the gluten free knowing that it was doing me good. I have no idea..

I know I don’t have celiac disease because I can handle gluten well but not wheat, or maybe I just can’t handle large quantities of wheat, ooor maybe it’s the rye and barley in the bread with the wheat..

I don’t know.

Looks like my posts are now in line with updating of wordpress, which shows just how much I post :\

I’ve been having a hard time lately, sorting through old photographs and finding so many faces which are no longer in my life. Not only old friends who have faded but family that has passed on or even those I don’t see anymore. It’s all left me a bit upset. I’ve been the most upset about my grandparents on my Dad’s side who passed not long ago. It had been a long time between chats and having them disappear like that without another chance to speak to them is really only now, affecting me. I spoke to them to tell them how much I loved them, and let them know I think about them and I guess really, that’s all I can do.

My uncle committed suicide a few years ago and again, I feel devastated that we never got to talk as adults. He knew me as a child but as I am today, we never really knew each other. My mothers parents also only knew me as a child and I want so much to be able to sit with them and talk. When you get older you start to appreciate things more so and your value of the people in your life matters ten fold. When I was a teenager, I would hate when my mother and aunt would announce that the weekend meant a trip to the nursing home to visit my Nan. Much groaning and complaining would be had by us, it was such a long and boring few hours. Yet now and only now can I appreciate how precious that time was and how much It would have meant to me being in that situation. Only now when it’s too late.

I hate that people disappear from our lives so easily, I hate that this world chooses to take people who have become engraved in your life, and just remove them.