my number one enemy.
the thing that's confusing my body and destroying my intestines in a slow and painful process.
yeah, you know who I'm talking about.
well, that sure changed.
I don't know when it happened, but something inside of me snapped. I couldn't handle you any more--literally. We were at war with each other, and at times, you took my will to do anything and buried in some deep dark hole.
to think that something as innocent and lovely as a cupcake could be so evil.
I'm writing this because today is a good day. This past week...not so much. I thought for a moment that I was over being over you. A month completely gluten-free (and pain free...) is pretty fantastic. But one Wednesday afternoon, that all blew up. You came back full force, and I'm really not sure how. The five days after that were pretty sucky. I'll admit it. I was probably a major pain to be around (heh, I still am, I'm sure.) I didn't want to go to class, I didn't want to eat, I wanted to sleep and couldn't...
same story, second verse.
And I'm thankful for what you taught me too.
But I still want to sucker-punch you right in the face.