I'm not pacing myself very well
From the free gf snacks I got at the eat-a-thon, I've already eaten one little bag of granola and a package of mini-doughnuts. That's like, 400 or so calories extra that I just didn't need. Temptation is great and I tend to be weak in the late afternoons and after dinner.
I went to the big gf eat-a-thon. I ate too much. They had signs outside the building that said "Eat everything." I'm afraid I took it a bit too literally. Ugh.
At any rate, it was cool to be able to have a bunch of treats and try or get samples of snacks that are too expensive to take a chance on in the stores. I came home with two loaves of Rudi's bread (yes, their is both Udi's AND Rudi's gf breads), three little packs of Carolina brown rice (okay, I didn't really need free samples of the same kind of rice currently in my pantry, but what the heck), loads of add-hot-water rice noodle things, many samples of granolas and granola bars, some cookies and chips, and some fun swag: bag clippy-deals, magnitized note pads, a pen in the shape of a pretzel, and other must-haves. I also came away with a collection of menus from restaurants in the area that make a point of having gluten-free options. One of my goals was to make sure I got my $50 worth.
My dream of having everyone there already get the gf thing was dashed, however. I sat at a table with two people who had no clue about celiac and I spent the better part of 20 minutes trying to explain it to them. They were there because they know someone who works for the non-profit that runs the event. There was a lot that was not okay about the whole conversation, but I found I didn't really mind doing the educating. I just thought I wouldn't have to.
GF cornbread from a mix
Glutino's brand cornbread was okay and kind of weird. I substituted in plain almond milk for the buttermilk (who has buttermilk sitting around?), and used I Can't Believe it's Not Butter for the SIX TABLESPOONS of butter required (I don't use butter so much, so we have a tub of the ICBINB stuff to be the house's gluten-free spread). The batter was really thin -- I was afraid that it wouldn't firm up, but it did. I made corn muffins. They didn't rise much at all, and they didn't get brown on the top. They were kind of dense, but I liked them well enough to eat three in a sitting. I froze all but two of the remaining ones so that I wouldn't just keep shoveling them in. I think the shoveling was more about wanting to eat and eat and eat, rather than a reflection of the tastiness of the product. Got to watch that.
Like going to my first big gay thing
Today is the Appetite for Awareness event in Philadelphia. It's a celiac-awareness fest, with exhibitors, demos, tastings, give aways, special guests and more. I feel like I did (well, maybe not quite) when I was getting ready for my first gay pride festival. I have that level of anticipation that everyone there will get me without having to explain or become the poster child for increasing awareness. I'll be part of the majority, rather than one in 133. I have high expectations. I hope it's as great as all that.
Smelling food I can't eat
In New Orleans I started smelling food I can't eat. It began with biegnets. Yesterday it was the pizza Jenn made for the boys. Today at a work meeting (with colleagues I know well, so they didn't think I was too weird) I sniffed a tray of cookies not once but four times. I liked it. I wasn't tempted to eat any. It let me feel like I could enjoy them without causing myself personal injury. I'll compare it to sitting in the driver's seat of a car I'll never drive.