Tex,
I am honored, thank you for extending my notion in this thoughtful way.
(Reconnecting back to that other thread, I believe you've just demonstrated that aspartame is not food... the whole *idea* is that it's not supposed to provide any nutrition/energy at all - that's kind of the promise of 0-calorie sweetness. Hmmm.)
I'd like to continue our conversation on this - but first wanted to say:
Denise, thanks for saying so; I really do appreciate your generous 'reading' and lovely presence here on this forum.
And Amy -
Of course, you are right. I thought about a couple of reasons why we all have to get to this place from our own angle and at our own pace. For one thing - I was really, really sick. I was gray when I wasn't green, losing a pound a day and nothing I ate worked. I was actually diagnosed years ago, knew nothing about MC - diet or otherwise - and had a long and unexplained remission (during which I felt beer didn't work so stopped drinking it, ate a lot less dairy because I was losing my taste for it, and began to suspect gluten maybe wasn't my friend - but I was basically fine). Then I got really sick and that removed all doubt. Feeling lousy is terrible, but different from feeling helplessly ill and frightened (not to minimize anyone else's sympom on ANY day - this sure was different for me). I was so wishing I had known and dropped the gluten over a decade ago (still kinda wish that), and wonder whether I might have irreversible health consequences I could have avoided, had I known. (I am also really happy that I feel so much better in so many ways.) If my symptoms when I found this forum had been annoying or nagging rather than totally freaking me out, I might have been more inclined to take a moment of regret for some old favorites I don't eat any more. I was truly relieved. If I had not had a diagnosis, I would have thought I was dying. (I suspect a lot of unDx celiac/GS patients have this fear.) The single most important thing about that original diagnosis - about which I was told nothing, and there wasn't much at all on the Web back then - was that it gave me something to Google, so I could find my way here. I knew the minute I got here that I had found the beginnings of my way.
Also - I'm just a way bunch older. So, I have probably had more chances to indulge in more tasty things over more years. I guess in some ways that could make it worse, but that's not how it struck me. And I have a lot less external pressure in my life now - I have a lot of control of my schedule and how I spend my time, and that wasn't true way back when. That makes it easier; I almost never shop for groceries on weekends or weekday evenings - that makes the supermarket less of a stressor right there, and often I shop as a 'play date' with my husband, so it's all fun and teamwork.
I had all my freakouts and meltdowns at home, for the benefit of my very patient husband. I think he was scared, too.
Anyway! Having said all that, back to Tex's excellent essay:
I now understand better why I didn't have any trouble 'giving up' gluten. I didn't even want GF food that resembled gluten foods - that category was pretty much dead to me (especially in the beginning). Like you, Tex, once I had the revelation that gluten was trying to kill me
- it stopped looking like food. Of course I can remember enjoying pasta. Same with dairy, in my case - instead of feeling sad when other people dig into the cheese plate, I felt like the people in the Matrix movies when they go into the Matrix, and all the pseudo-people are enjoying this imaginary life... but I digress.
I believe just about everyone would come to this point of view immediately *if* food sensitivities gave a more immediate and unambiguous reaction. (I know folks who have never been able to drink whatever alcoholic beverage did 'em in one very foolish night many, many years ago - no more gin/rum/tequila for them, EVER.)
Nourishment is an absolutely requirement for something to make the grade as food. If it's not providing energy, sustaining life, or promoting growth, then it doesn't pass the test (and clearly doing damage to body systems disqualifies any substance). Any one of us would eat a food that's "not our favorite" or even something we actively dislike, if we were shipwrecked or kidnapped and it were the only *food* available - as long as it will nourish us. The particular pleasures we take from a unique preparation, a beautiful presentation, good company around a lovely table, and our favorite flavor combos only apply to "food," as you've re-distinguished it - they add delight to life, but first: it's gotta be food.
Tex, I believe you've articulated in a very clear and helpful way what I've been trying to surface for myself, and have been moving toward thinking. Once you see it in this way, there is just a great opening and clarity. I've had friends tell me they couldn't "give up" bread/cheese/whatever - I am always astonished, because *of course they could do it.* When they see how startled I am by that statement, most of them see at once that they could do it, too - that I'm not suffering at all by not having something I used to call food, and find tasty, and that is still "food" for them, as far as they know. I don't want them NOT to eat it (well... some of my friends with weird symptoms want to reconsider...). Those people never again apologize for eating cake in front of me, because they get it - it's not about deprivation, and even in their eyes, that's not food *for me* any more.
For all of us, everywhere, eating is still a project: you have to hunt and gather, or in our case, shop and prepare and choose, and it takes some skill-tweaking to adjust. But "not eating" "not food" is easy-breezy. We've been doing it since our moms finally persuaded us to stop putting random objects in our mouths
I do see why it is hard to believe that the "staff of life" is not food. It flies in the face of the common wisdom, the culture, many family routines and religious practices, and just the enormous force of habit. It really is like waking up and finding out the Matrix isn't real. And I really have had that sort of surreal experience walking through giant supermarkets, passing aisle after aisle of people reaching for things that are not 'real' to me - in a sense. Even now, months into this adventure, sometimes we come around the corner in the supermarket and my husband just says in a low voice, "woooooow." Meaning, look at all that... non-food? It sure saves shopping time - once we got the hang of it. And that did not happen in a revelation, but took time - and practice. And the Matrix analogy is silly, but also kind of apt - it's a huge shift in perspective/understanding.
I truly wish all of us vibrant health and delicious food, and thank you for this thought-provoking engagement.
Love,
Sara