That would be what I would call it! Day 2 and 3 were the hardest. My evidence: I woke up at 5 o'clock with an insatiable craving for a bagel...or five. Seriously, the alarm can't wake me up most mornings, but apparently the overwhelming urge for a bagel can. The good news-- it's Day 7, we still have two bags in our freezer, and I have surpassed the bagel hunger and made it out alive. I suppose this would be a fine time to mention that the reason said bagels are still in our fridge is that 1) I paid for those bad boys and would hate to see them go to waste, so they will feed visitors and 2) El Jefe, my boyfriend, is the person that makes up the other half of "our". He is what I will coin a glutenosaurus and has decided he will eat up all gluten-filled food before attempting the switch while I silently curse him. No, I could never curse anyone who would continue to love me after seeing me, living with me, and putting up with my crankiness while coming off the bagel!
I love you, Babe! Thanks for being you! Your incredible patience through all this is awe-inspiring!
(He doesn't know it, but I think he starting to get the sneaking suspicion that I am brainwashing him and leave him no choice but to eat gluten-free as I am the one who is cooking!) =)
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