If you’ve got a Google alert on “gluten” or “celiac” (and you do, right?) you’ve been seeing a rash of articles that highlight the study that shows being diagnosed with celiac disease and following a gluten-free diet could turn you into one depressed lady with an eating disorder.
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I’ve been reading the articles (okay, skimming) and I know that not every single woman who gets a celiac diagnosis and then jumps all over the diet that stops the hellish burning of her insides becomes a depressed anorexic. For example, me. Naturally, before my diagnosis I was not a happy camper. But after I changed my diet — even though it’s a massive pain in the ass — I had one less thing to stress me out. One HUGE less thing. And the reason I know I was in the literal and metaphorical shitter before I knew what was happening to my body, comes down to my last pre-diagnosis interaction with one man: Richard Simmons. Continue reading
