I'm lucky to not be the only one in the family with food sensitivities. The curse of it is that when either of us is having a bad reaction (which happened a lot before we cut out the garbage) we are at each others' throats. This was ugly when we lived together.
The beauty of now is that we're on the same page and support each others decisions. While she's still at the stage where she really wants normal food, I completely understand that- I went from eating pizza for lunch three+ times a week to tomato pie and pizza frite binges and it's been four months since I've had pizza dough now. I know that I can make the veg version of it. I have Brendan Brazier's book and when I have three days to plan and two hours to blend and bake, his food is phenomenal. My issue with this and the opportunity I've found is that the rut and the hanging onto things that we think are a part of us is most of the problem. The great part: I have the blessing of being able to invite her over for a sibling cooking date where we eat, chat and I send her home with something new or a new favorite.
It's nice to have a partner in crime and it's been helpful in educating our enormous and very close family (who love parties and feeding everyone) of what we need or what we're going to be bringing along for for them to try.
The trickiness that's left is with dating. I've been to enough conferences and nights out with family and friends to know that most people love to either ask questions or judge what you're eating. I've become so accustomed to eating first if I can and ordering a salad with the balsamic cruet on the side that it's nothing for me...but what is he going to think? I'm on a diet. I'm a picky eater. I'm a snob?
Truth is, I've eaten things that very few people have eaten. That how many of the 100 foods to eat before you die thing on Facebook? I'm at over 90- beating the pants off of my friends. Why am I so worried about what some dude will think?
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