Last night my cousin and his wife (whom I haven't seen in over a decade) came into town and my mom decided to host a little get together. True to form, there was gluten-free cake... and frozen yogurt with fruit. I keep telling myself I'll just skip the GF stuff and be fine. And then I don't skip it. Most of the time I handle it okay. This time, no bueno. It was a lovely get-together and my super talented cousin inspired my sons to play our new piano more. We sat out on the grass over looking the valley, ate and played. I knew when I was putting the cake in my mouth that my body didn't want it. I should have listened. This morning I woke up with some fierce intestinal pain... and swelling! I couldn't believe how heavy and swollen my guts felt! It was awful. I used some DigestZen (essential oil blend) and Frankincense oil (anti-inflammatory miracle). A few trips to the bathroom and some IF time later, I am feeling a bit better, if still head-achy and groggy. No more for me. I'm putting it here so that I'll actually commit- I need to eat really clean for a while- no GF frankenstuff. It will be tough. I am taking the kids camping with my family Thursday, Friday and Saturday. We are all supposed to bring our own snacks and lunches, and then each family is assigned a breakfast or dinner to prepare. I already know my parents are planning GF pancakes for Saturday morning and my sil is planning chili and cornbread for one of the dinners. I think I'll just have to pack enough food for us to eat clean separately from everyone else. The kids will cheat some- I can already guarantee that. I don't feel like being food-nazi mom on a camping trip while I'm dealing with so many other things on my own and I won't have WLB to back me up. But I also refuse to eat that stuff and feel like crap when I don't have parenting back-up. I'm so nervous for this camping trip- and not because of the food. I hate being away from WLB overnight- let alone double nights. I kinda feel like I'm abandoning him during his work convention week (busiest, most exhausting work week of the year). I hope he remembers to eat and sleep. And I hope I don't lose any children in the wilderness.