I never was one for dietary restrictions.
I felt people who laid claim to some rarefied food allergy were just being “precious”. Victims of a princess syndrome. Looking for sympathy. 
You get the idea.
Guess what?
After reading several articles about gluten free eating, most of them specifically addressing digestive issues I’d been having for some time, Gramma decided to try an experiment of one.
I’m here to serve up a big piece of gluten free humble pie to myself in apology to all those I doubted in the past.
I’m outta here!
The last two months have let a lot of air out of my gluten-free-is-just-a-craze balloon.
It’s difficult to put my finger on it exactly, but I do feel better. Maybe there is something to the whole foods as inflammatory agents argument.
And, I seem to be losing some of my subcutaneous fat layer even though I’m not dieting.
Maybe it’s my age.
Maybe it’s the phase of the moon.
Who knows?
The experiment continues.
For me, I think gluten free will be a way of life from now on. Good-bye butterscotch pie…good-bye homemade bread….
Definitely NOT gluten free…
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