I am eating gluten-free pretzels. I can't tell the difference. I thought I would never have pretzels again. I don't even like pretzels that much but that's the nature of restriction.
I have often quipped that if my doctor told me that I could no longer have Brussels sprouts, I would wail and complain. "Damnit, haven't I given up enough of my life for this disease? Is there nothing left? I won't give them up I tell you! ...wait. Brussels sprouts? I hate those things. I don't care! It's the principle of the thing!"
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rm
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2007-01-24 04:40 am (UTC)I have often quipped that if my doctor told me that I could no longer have Brussels sprouts, I would wail and complain. "Damnit, haven't I given up enough of my life for this disease? Is there nothing left? I won't give them up I tell you! ...wait. Brussels sprouts? I hate those things. I don't care! It's the principle of the thing!"
It's *so* about the restriction.