I look forward to the random weekends spent at my parent's house mostly because the promise of actual homecooked (gluten-free) meals that I lack in my current diet living on my own. Before I was diagnosed with Celiac Disease, I never craved a homecooked meal like this because there are so many options for (for a lack of a better word) 'normal' people. Former Me used to live off of frozen meals, fast food, and junk food.
First of all, gluten-free frozen food is soooo expensive and frankly tastes like moth balls most of the time. Secondly, the only fast food available for me now is a baked potato from Wendy's. I'm too much of a pansy to attempt any other fast food at the moment. 4 hour symptoms of the stomach flu is not worth it only for a variation of a Big Mac without the bun. Sorry McDonalds. And lastly, I can still eat a lot of junkfood (for example, most chips and ice cream) but do I really want to live off of it? I'm not pooping my guts out after every meal anymore, which means my built-in extremely fast metabolism no longer exists. If you're squeamish, maybe you should have skipped over that sentence.
The moral of the story is that, nearly a year of my new diet later, I truly am starting to realize that I need to start cooking some real meals around here. My current goal to start being Betty Crocker is when I graduate college at the end of May. I think this is a legit goal because right now I'm only a poor college student. I lack the time and the money for the commitment needed for real cooking. (If you read through my blog and want to know more, follow me on twitter @HoldTheWheat)
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