not to be dramatic or anything,

because i'm never dramatic... but:

what if i have a gluten intolerance?

{tana, help!}

i've secretly been living in misery and bestie jen has been begging me to go to the doctor for weeks now, and i heartily refused. the best i can describe, i feel like my stomach is *now, lift both of your hands in front of your face, extend all your fingers wide apart and slowly curl them into your fist*. delish, eh? i may be a little premature in thinking this, but the pieces of the puzzle i'm putting together make seem to fit just right.

{p.s. so far, all the puzzle pieces have been found on google. so take it for what it's worth}

whatever it is, it hurts all over and makes me want to crawl in bed and never wake up.

i'll schedule an appointment with the doc on monday, bestie jen, i promise i will.

but in the meantime, let's keep speculating.

pro: i'll be forced to think more deliberately about what i put in my body.

con: mexican food - the food of the gods - still fits the bill. except those delicious flour tortillas...

pro: i see a future of eating simple, whole foods.

con: all that baking i love to do might have to be significantly altered...

pro: it might uncurl me from that fetal position i'm so prone to.

con: for already being such a picky eater, eating out might become so much more difficult. a la: if i don't eat salads, and i don't eat much meat and now i don't eat anything white or wheat, what do i eat?

pro: the standard aubry diet of baby bel cheese, grapes, apples + peanut butter, and diet coke will remain unaffected.

i could go on and on. the hope of feeling good might outshine the sadness of saying goodbye to good, tasty food...... but we'll see.