It’s been about 7 months since I was diagnosed with a Gluten and Dairy Intolerance. At first, it seemed like my symptoms appeared out of nowhere, but in retrospect, I think I’ve had this problem for a very long time. Like years… No matter what I did with diet and exercise, I always seemed to gain weight.
In October, I peaked at 202 pounds and was a size 16. I was so horrified with myself. The shame of how I looked and felt, seemed to permeate every aspect of my life, even work. And despite my recent complaining (read this or this), I’m grateful that this happened to me. I know, right? Being grateful seems like a very strange emotion to have for something so serious, so let me explain.