As I was commuting home tonight, I sat a stoplight waiting and I glanced in my rear view mirror. Just at that moment, the lady behind me was CHOWING DOWN on a slice of pizza. Typically I would have felt a pang of jealously; I wish I could grab a quick slice. But not tonight.
Tonight I just felt happy. I had just left Whole Foods, where I offered a new gluten free gal and her mom some advice in the frozen section, and had just gotten recognized for my blog in the produce department. Gluten Hates Me, and you know what, I hate gluten too.
And I don’t need gluten. On the rest of my drive home I reflected on how much being gluten free has became part of my identity. I eat gluten free; I write about being gluten free; I help new…