I’m back, I’m back! Sorry for sucking, I’ve been at a client with literally no internet access. Work is so boring when you can’t spend endless hours on G-chat, Pinterest or Facebook. So instead, I spend my mornings thinking about what I want for lunch and the afternoons thinking about what I want for dinner. I mean, this would be fine and all if the nearest “restaurant” wasn’t a Subway 20 minutes away. Yes, it’s that sort of town. You know, the ones people describe as “sleepy” and “quaint”? When in reality people mean “boring” and “not a lot of food options”. Luckily, we’re staying 40 minutes south in Portsmouth, NH which is the cutest little city/town ever with amaaaazing restaurants.
So, since I’ve had a lot of downtime without internet, I’ve been able to perfect my “I have a gluten allergy story”. Saying you have an allergy just seems so much easier than explaining to someone why the bagel they are eating is slowly killing them. It just seems more socially acceptable.
In the last year, I’ve gotten some pretty great reactions to my gluten allergy story. Some feel bad, some don’t understand and some react as if I just told them I have some sort of terminal illness. Today, when I told the secretary I didn’t eat gluten (I ordered a salad instead of pizza) she looked at me and said “oh honey I’m so sorry to hear that, it must be so hard for you”. Seriously?!
How do you guys handle questions about your diet? Do any of you lie and say you have an allergy like I do? I need to know!