This past weekend, I had my first meet since my official diagnosis of Celiac Disease. Oddly enough, it was the last meet of my swimming career, since I am a senior in college and my four years of NCAA eligibility are up. I had several concerns going into the meet. What was I going to eat when the team stopped at Jimmy Johns for lunch on the drive to the meet? What was I going to eat for dinner the first night when the team had pasta catered to the hotel? What would I eat during the meet, when I got hungry and the snack tub was full of gluten-filled bars?
The journey to discovering my Celiac Disease started about three years ago. And trust me, it was a long and complicated one. It all started when I noticed abnormal amounts of hair loss, so I went to the doctor. He ran some blood tests and found that my iron count was low. In other words, I was anemic. The doctor told me to take three iron pills a day until I started feeling better, and he sent me on my way. About a year later, I had backed off the amounts of iron I was taking (mostly because I was lazy and no one was there to make me take them).