I am doing this.

November 1, 2006 was the day I stopped eating gluten. No wheat, no barley, no oats. No bread, no pasta, no beer.

It was a horrible, horrible day.

But I was so good for so long. I was checking labels, baking my own bread, and investing in sorghum-based beers. A huge pain in the ass (and the head, if I cheated...I would get horrible headaches after I ate even a trace of wheat), but it was worth it. I've had eczema my whole life, and dermatologist after dermatologist prescribed me lotions and creams and ointments...even a pill that blocked the 'itch-sensor' in my brain...and nothing worked. So finally, 25 years later, a chiropractor suggested I cut out gluten. And, ta-da! No more itching. Magic.

So why have I gotten lazy? Cause I'm a jackass, apparently. I have no good reason other than than I am weak. Weak, weak, weak. And now, itchy.

And since having a specific date set to stop eating gluten worked the first time, I decided this week to do it again. And today is the day. Cause my legs itch so much I've been bruising myself scratching them. And that, my friends, just ain't cute.

Wish me luck.