I stopped eating wheat. I think it's been about a month. Maybe 6 weeks. Or maybe more than a year. It feels like more than a year. I dream about it. My friend Kristi made a waffle puppet and then I had a dream that there were waffles speaking to me and demanding I eat them before they get cold.
I'm trying to be adult about it because I look at Ashley, my new coworker-in-crime, who is gluten free (way harder) and vegan (WAY harder) and she seems fine. She even seems...happy. Motivated. Energetic.