T minus one

So I finally get an endoscopy tomorrow to confirm my Coeliacness. I've spent weeks being cross that it's taken so long and looking forward to getting on with a GF diet, but now that it's upon me I'm starting to really think about all the things I won't be able to eat.

So I just had a "for old time's sake"" lunch of an M&S prawn sarnie (which trumped wraps or paninis after some deliberation) followed by a cinnamon pastry. For dinner I think it'll have to be fresh pasta as there's some spinach and ricotta tortellini in the fridge. No brekkie tomorrow unless I get up extremely early, so I had mini wheats this morning.

I'm already bloating up courtesy of the sarnie and danish, so I know it's a Good Thing to be getting on with it and cutting out the evil gluten. But I may spend the afternoon wistfully pondering Pret sandwiches, Morton's mozzarella and sun dried tomato baguettes, Ben's cookies and other such lunchtime treats.

I am lucky enough to have a couple of extremely tasty options on my doorstep at work though: the Alpha Bar does amazing salad boxes, and for a once-in-a-while blow-out there's The Mission who will serve their delicious veggie burritos without the tortilla in a bowl instead.

So all is not completely lost. Bring on the endoscope!
(Erm, sort of..)

Getting a Glutening

Well after an enthusiastic start it's all gone a bit quiet on GGF. Reason? For the next few weeks I'm not going gluten free, in fact I'm under doc's orders to gluten myself up :o(
Due to the appointment debacle described earlier I thought I wasn't getting a biopsy till end of Oct, and agreed with my doc to go GF for a while then reintroduce it for a month before. So I had several weeks of starting to feel amazingly better than I have in a long time. Then my whinging pro-active appointment chasing paid off and I got an appt for the end of Sept - yay! Time to get on with it at last! And time to get back on the gluten.
I started rather gingerly with a little couscous in an otherwise GF salad, but the twinge in my side was back pretty quickly. Three days later I got to the "sod it" stage and had a panini. Bad move. Afternoon spent lying on the sofa with a bloated tummy the size of a football and waves of what felt like nausea. Nice.
So, three weeks more to go of daily poisoning, and although I knew I'd have to do this and was looking forward to a "last chance" to munch on lovely bread and croissants and fresh pasta and scampi and pastry and cakes and sushi and all sorts, I'm actually just a bit fed up to be bloated, tired and in ongoing pain. I can't believe I put up with this for so long.