1/31: MFA Mama gets glutenated at work (I figured out the source, it was BACON. I crumbled a couple of strips of bacon from the "line" on top of a salad and later found out that when they run out of bacon on the "line," the line-cooks toss some IN THE DEEP-FRYER, which has awful implications not only for the gluten-intolerant, but also for kosher Jews and Muslims and vegetarians and vegans, as well as anyone who is pork-allergic and enjoys fried foods).
2/1: MFA Mama's mental state deteriorates drastically to the point of sobbing anxiety attacks in the parking deck before work. This is significant, because READ THIS.
2/2: MFA Mama feels a lot more cheerful, is reflux-free again, is down four pounds from 1/31.
2/3: MFA Mama feels totally normal, is down another two pounds from her weight on 1/31 (a total of SIX pounds in four days), and is able to look on the bright side of things once more (yes, we're broke to the point that it's Truly Grim, but hey at least I can score free food for people and animals alike at work and made enough in cash tips that I'll have gas-money to get to and from work until payday!).
That is just...whoa. I have another week and a half before I've been off gluten (accidental MINIMAL exposures aside) a month, which was the goal I originally set for this trial separation, but I kind of almost don't even want to do the "binge-eat gluten and see what happens" thing anymore. It seems like the longer I'm off gluten, the worse my symptoms are if I'm accidentally dosed with even a TEENY bit of the stuff, and I'm kind of scared to even consider what'll happen if deliberately eat a significant quantity at this point.