In bed, nursing a cold, and reading Simply Gluten Free magazine. I have one ear cocked to hear if Mikey needs me, since he’s worse off than I am. I’m also trying not to be angry at the parents who send their obviously ill kids to school. That last one seems impossible.
I have no idea what possessed me to buy the gluten-free magazine when I was at Sprouts last week. It sat on my counter for a few days because, ugh, gluten-free. It sounds so gimmicky, and I say that knowing that my mom eliminated her chronic pain when she went gluten-free 5 years ago. Still, I hear going gluten-and-dairy-free is great for rosacea. So is eliminating soy and corn, according to my internet medical degree. Several women with rosacea have been telling me to do it for months now, and I’m finding it increasingly difficult to ignore their logic and their before and afters. My rosacea is a ton better now that I’m using essential oils, but I still have a way to go.
I’m thinking about going gluten/dairy/corn/soy-free as my Lenten sacrifice. It would certainly be a sacrifice, that’s for damn sure.