Cantaloupe Alfresco

I’m quite angry at the moment, and DJ’s tired of listening to me rant and rave.   So, I figured I would blow some steam off in the blogosphere.  If you cheat on your GF diet; you may want to skip this post.  All I can say is you were warned. 

What the fuck people!

Ok, maybe I should start at the beginning.  There’s a friend of mine….  No, let me rephrase that.  There’s an “acquaintance” at work who been advised by her doctor that she has a gluten sensitivity.   In fact, he has emphatically told her to stop eating the stuff; and for two months she did great.   

Towards the end of those two months, we both realized that we shared this common trait.  She confessed that she’s gone the whole time without any kind of bread, pasta, or cookies whatsoever.  She quite frankly was “living without.”  I wanted to show her that didn’t have to be that way, so I took her some of my granola, frosted cinnamon rolls, banana bread...  I even shared my blog with her.

A few days later in the lunch room, we were heating up our lunches.  I have to admit, her leftover burrito was looking pretty good.  Until she admitted it was made with a wheat tortilla from her favorite Mexican restraint.  She had gone on a date with her boyfriend, and she just “needed it.” 

At the time, I was a little put off.  But hey, I’m not perfect.  I’ve been known to cheat on occasion.  There has been a time or two when DJ’s ordered an appetizer of mozzarella sticks or deep fried onion rings that I couldn’t resist.  However, I went into it with my eyes wide open knowing that I’d be paying dearly for it the next day.   Even at that, DJ cuts me off with just 1 bite.  He knows anything more is self-defeating. 

Maybe, her man doesn’t take care of her the way DJ takes care of me.   

Within the last few weeks, I’ve silently watched her throw her GF diet to the wind.  Her excuse is “stress.”  There’s a saying that I’ve taken to over the years.  “Excuses are like assholes.  Everyone has one and they all stink.”

You see, she’s accepted a promotion; and she’s in the process of moving down to Houston.  I was in her shoes three years ago when we moved down here from Indiana.  At that time, I made it a point to watch my diet like a hawk.  With everything we had going on; I couldn’t afford to fall part. 

However, this last week has been the icing on the cake.  She’s ordered pizza and breaded hot wings several times.  I found it increasingly difficult to sit across the table from her.  By the end of the week, I just stopped going into the break room all together.  I just couldn’t stand to watch her hurt herself.

I know it’s her choice.  She knows that it’s her choice.  But for me, it’s like watching a train wreck in slow motion, and I can’t do anything to stop it.       

I’m not sure if I’m more upset with her for simply giving up; or me, for not having the courage to publicly out her.

I know living the GF diet isn’t an easy road to travel.  I know it’s hard when you’re at a get together and everyone is eating takeout pizza except you.  And above all, I hate the looks of pity when they remember your GF.  In these situations, my only line of defense is knowing that I’m going to make pizza, or cake, or whatever the hell it is as soon as I get home. 

I’m an adult.  I can wait a few hours.  I’m worth it.

Anyways, I hope you’re not too disappointed with this week’s recipe, or lack thereof.  After last week’s blueberry tart a la mode and lack of exercise, the scale has started to tip in the wrong direction.  Therefore, I decided to head off to the farmers market this morning for some fruit.  I think the fresh air will also be good for clearing my head. 

People often think the GF diet as being a “healthier” option.  What a load of bullshit.  The problem is once you know how to make all the good stuff; you still have to watch what you eat.  My favorite food is still good old baked mac and cheese.  I’ll have to make it for you some time soon.