The week before my wedding day was stressful enough, but my body decided it had enough and a bagel did me in. I broke out in hives and couldn’t breathe. The doctors came in after my body calmed down and told me that I was allergic to gluten. I thought my life was over. I couldn’t even eat at my own wedding. At the beginning you would find me bawling in the middle of a grocery store isle because I didn’t know what to eat. Two years later I have gotten the hang of most of it. It wasn’t easy, but with the help of family and the gluten free bloggers of the world I figured it out. Now I make two meals one for me and one for my husband. I bring my lunch to school because there is nothing here I can eat without dying except for macaroons and nachos. Restaurants are starting to have gluten free options. Last year was the first year I was able to have a birthday cake in two years. My love of baking and my obsession with cupcakes are slowing being revived as I find new recipes and I am confident in my abilities. Being gluten free is a challenge, but it’s not the end of the world. My life wasn’t over; I didn’t have to live off of just fruit, vegetables and rice. There are still moments of frustration where I can’t help but want something that I cant have. I dream of Tim Hortons doughnuts and KD. I don’t know everything; I am still switching out my toothpaste and makeup for gluten free alternatives. Being gluten free has taught me to be determined and there are always other solutions. Those moments of triumph and finding that one dessert that is heavenly like a brownie or a cookie are more tantalizing and memorable. They make those moments of struggle and heartache worth it. I will never forget my first taste of a gluten free brownie that just melted in my mouth and I just melted in my seat enjoying it. No matter if its gluten free, or anything that gives your life a little difficulty down the road it doesn’t mean your life is over. It just means you have to find another way of living.