Not just a picky eater.

I get so many people – friendly, family, random people, and strangers on the internet telling me that I’m a picky eater. I wish. If I were a picky eater that would mean that I didn’t have to worry about cross contimination, it would mean I’d have more choice when out, and it would mean that maybe one day I could try eating the food that I’ve cut out again.

But, I’m not  a picky eater. I have intolerances, allergies, and IBS.

And if you don’t believe me you’re mor ethan welcome to stand outside the door as I endure the after effects of the foods I’m too ‘picky’ to eat.