Wednesday, December 14, 2016

09-27-14 No Wheat Is Good Wheat (06-01-2014) (Life Event)

For those who know me, you probably know my mom, who has been my rock, my indispensable, my everything, is battling terminal cancer at Renown in Reno. The three big gifts she leaves me are my sobriety, my higher power, and my gluten free diet. Gluten Free helped me with weight, blood pressure, arthritis, autism, and chronic allergies. It was helping mom too, but she has "other" stuff going on. Anyways, the truth about gluten, or modern day commercial wheat products (the laundry list is endless) is that since 1950 (when mom was born), wheat was genetically modified to increase crop yield tenfold and end world hunger. Unfortunately, two or three generations later, it comes at the expense of everyone's long term health, since people who can't properly digest gluten, have it build up in their bloodstream, which leads to a general sense of feeling sick all the time, as well as feeling "addicted" to the stuff. I explained to a friend that eating massive quantities of gluten when you have the sensitivity, is basically like eating a tire, which I've seen a lot of dumped on the shoulders of Nevada highways. If you're curious, try your local library, there's been a lot of informative books written in the last 10 years or so.

A little bit of my story. Almost five years ago, mother and I lost our home in a conservatorship takeover and we ended up in the mission, I was of course super depressed, and having long before found the world of alcohol and substances wanting, I did what a lot of people do and turned to food for comfort. The mission had lots of extra pizza, breadsticks, cakes, doughnuts, cookies, and pastries. All stuffed with gluten. I was grateful for a place to stay and food to eat, so I didn't question it. I also didn't believe in wasting food which I mostly still don't, gluten being the exception. As a result, I had the "last laugh" on the mission director who instructed the cooks "not to fatten us up too much". I went from 235 to 270 lbs in the two months I was there. I would later find out I was "the butt of the joke".

My weight gain didn't end there though, over the next 2 1/2 to 3 years I was on the antidepressant Celexa, which was pretty darned effective at controlling my depression. In fact I didn't feel much of anything at all. I slept 14-16 hours a day, I developed an addiction to Italian cuisine, mainly pasta and pizza, both made of wheat and loaded with genetically tweaked gluten. When I wasn't eating those, I'd be gorging on various desserts, pastries, french bread, crackers, bagels, muffins, biscuits & gravy (most gravy uses wheat flour as a base, I also can't indulge in my formerly beloved clam chowder for the same reason). If it had gluten, I was eating it with gusto, I was hooked and didn't even know it. More on this later.

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