Bread was my favorite food before I started following a paleo-style diet. In fact, the photo below is of a loaf of bread I baked myself, back in the day. But now, no more bread for me! Since cutting it out, I feel worlds better, and it's been pretty simple to keep not only bread, but products containing gluten, out of my home. However, outside of my house is a different story.
Mark's Daily Apple and on the Paleolithic Solution podcasts with Robb Wolf and Andy Deas, where my favorite refrain is that if you're going to cheat, "for the love of god, don't let it be gluten."
Then I cheated. With gluten. It was such a small amount that I didn't really think it would make a difference -- breading on a piece of fish. Plus, maybe everyone was exaggerating just a bit, right? I felt absolutely fine...until the next day.
The next day was not a good day. I couldn't think straight and I was in a terrible mood. I couldn't seem to fully wake up. And it felt like I was coming down with the flu. At first, I figured I was just getting sick - there seemed no reason to connect it to dinner. Then a phrase popped into my head that I had heard before: "gluten hangover."
A search turned up people with startlingly similar experiences, including the concept of a "second-day processor" explained here by a tour guide at Bob's Red Mill, a personal account by Vegan Girl, and a chorus of voices at the Celiac.com forum.
I would have sworn before all of this that I didn't have a problem with gluten. Some day I will deliberately test it again, like Vegan Girl describes in her post, to double-check. But until then, this makes me wonder how many bad moods or bad days might have been caused by gluten all along. And in the meantime, my baking books are in the closet, getting ready to find a new home.
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