The weather is beautiful here today in TT - sunny and 55 degrees. Nice and crisp.
The weather might have been the saving grace for the Rays last night. It may be their stay of execution. We will see. They may be stuck in Philly for longer than they want. At least maybe they can have a cheesesteak while they are there. They could each have their own cheesesteak. Not them all sharing one cheesesteak. That would be disappointing.
I was freezing. My class kept saying,"We forgot to go outside today." Nope...didn't forget. I just didn't want to sit outside in the bitter cold. I'm a wimp.
I was pulling into the gas station to fill up my very empty gas tank this morning, when I thought to myself, "Wouldn't it be nice to be able to fill up my tank for less than $30?"
NO WAY. I saw the title of your post and read the first three words or so. Since you had told me this story yesterday, I knew how the story would end so I stopped reading. I went straight to the comment bar and guess what I almost typed...
For those of you who don't know of him, Jon Secada had several hits in the early 90's, has had success as a songwriter and producer, and serves as a judge on Latin American Idol. While I am sure he is a fine person and he certainly has a lovely singing voice, I wouldn't exactly say I was a gigantic fan or anything, but he performed at Disney's Grad Night my senior year and I saw him perform with the Florida Orchestra at a free concert on the beach a couple of summers back.
Just this weekend, I went to Epcot, and lo and behold, there was Mr. Secada. So, I am left to wonder how it is that I have accidentally seen someone perform three times now. I have attended more than my share of concerts, but I have never intentionally seen any artist perform that many times - even ones I really really love. (Of course, this excludes artists to whom I am related) And again, on the way to church Sunday morning, I heard one of his songs playing out the drive thru window as I was picking up my morning caffiene.
Is Jon Secada some sort of prophet? Am I to dissect his lyrics in order to extract some deeper meaning? What does this all mean?
If you combine the letters of 'Jon Secada' and 'Tara Crabtree' and rearrange them, it becomes, 'A Secret be Jacaranda Rot'. Now you just have to figure out what that means.
I'm sure you have a mental picture of some pumpkins at my house- that I was supposed to get for you at CVS. Well they aren't at my house because they were out of them at CVS when I went. So if you go looking for more, the CVS at 56th and Bush is a waste of time.
Sometimes, it takes time apart from someone to realize they were no good for you in the first place, especially when they have been in your life for so long. So, after some time apart and alot of contemplation, I have decided that I am breaking up with wheat on a permanent basis. I don't think we will be remaining friends, though I wish wheat the best of luck.
I am approaching the end of my 2 month experiment with a wheat free diet. There are more options out there than I thought, so I've been pretty true blue about it. There have been some exceptions, most accidental. (And yes, this is a complete list of exceptions):
- some bites of cake at a friend's birthday dinner (not an accident, but a small infraction)
- Crab Wontons @ Pei Wei: I assumed wontons were made of rice flour, wikipedia told me otherwise. Very yummy though.
- Cornbread: Even though I asked, after 3 pieces, I knew the waitress was wrong about cornbread being only corn flour. According to the internet, it is more likely than not there will be wheat in cornbread.
- Breading on a some fried items (chick-fil-a strips, fried grouper I had at the beach)
- A Twizzler (Licorice is wheat based. Crazy, huh?)
- Communion bread
All of these were minor and infrequent enough that the effect was minimal. But since I feel so much better overall, I have decided that this needs to be a permanent part of my life. Obviously, the communion bread stays.
This has been alot easier than I thought. I have been able to adapt to almost any restaurant. The biggest hurdle comes when eating out and I'm very hungry and everyone else has bread and I am left waiting for the entree. I am not tempted to eat the bread. It just makes me more impatient for my food.
I am still not totally out of the woods with my food allergies or intolerances or whatever term you like. Dairy is my next target, though I am not sure that could ever totally go away. My immune system is in much better shape now, and while I still have the odd sinus headache (probably from dairy), those are now far less frequent and severe and are not accompanied by fever, total body ache and nausea (which I had grown to believe were part of the headache).
I think that the biggest improvement, however, probably comes from the fact that I have eliminated most processed foods from my diet. Knowing the consequences of a slip-up has made it very easy to say "no" to things I thought would be more of a temptation. Someday, I will get this all worked out. More "elimination" starts after the holidays.
Anybody know of a good resource for an allergen elimination diet plan? I haven't found one yet that didn't involve very complicated supplements or detox herbs or the like... I don't have time for all that.
What a hard thing to have self control over. Everyone LOVES bread right?!?! I can see how you could elminate everything but the communion bread. I think you are stuck on that one!!!!
I was at Abby's natural market last night and I saw Gluten Free sprinkles for ice cream, so there's one more thing I have to add to the list that I never thought about.
"The biggest hurdle comes when eating out and I'm very hungry and everyone else has bread and I am left waiting for the entree" I agree! It's the hardest part when everyone else is getting fed and I'm left hungry.
I was in Target not so long ago and a lady was walking around the store looking for her friend. She looked around the men's department, and when she did not see him, she started calling out his name. Either she had not been friends with the man very long or she had never had to look for him in public. The reason I say this is because she called out his name, Marco, with no hesitation.
Immediately, various people in the vicinity yelled out "Polo!" Of course, they did exactly what I resisted the impulse to do myself. Marco's friend seemed genuinely amused by the response. Several other people poked their heads around the corner at each other and we stood there and laughed for a few seconds. Then we all parted ways and never saw each other again.
