Doughnuts and my 5 stages of grief

I feel that by naming this blog the way I did, perhaps I unintentionally provoked fate. I moved to a new city, made new friends, thoroughly enjoyed myself and so many more things. However life chose to keep things interesting by bringing to my doctor's attention the fact that I have coeliac's disease (one of the words designed to be difficult to spell) thus I have said goodbye to cinnamon swirls, bread, pasta, many takeaways and liquorice.
When dealing with this change I went through the 'textbook' stages of grief

1. Denial
There is no possible way I could be coeliac. The doctor is wrong. I had spent the early part of 2011 discovering a skill in baking and was loving making cinnamon swirls and muffins. Ignore the idea and it will go away

2. Anger
This is stupid! I love baking, I love food, it's not fair and there is no way I'm taking this lying down.

3. Bargaining
Instead of going gluten free how about I just take supplements, that should work... Or I'll just eliminate the big stuff. Sneaking little things doesn't matter.

4. Depression
The fun stage of realising the reality of being coeliac. Including the day I bought 1kg of flour for $8.00 whereas I would previously get 5kg for that price, and promptly went home and burst into tears. The discovery of a new food each day I can no longer have... no pasta, tiny teddies, mallowpuffs, deep fried moro bars, tim tams, KFC, cafe food, naan bread, common takeaways, pita bread and so much more. The weight of all the things on the 'Do not eat' list was enough to provoke me to tears on a couple of occasions

5. Acceptance
Well I can only say I'm slowly getting there. I can accept that I have to turn down much of the food offered to me, going out for meals will no longer be simple, the remainder of my life will be different. However in a way I am lucky... 10 years ago there wasn't a market for gluten free food, it hadn't become a 'health craze' as such and speciality food was scarce. I have it easier than those before me so in a way I should be thankful.

And so the five stages have drifted through my life in the last few months and each of them turn up again from time to time to remind me they are there, and I catch myself staring longingly at doughnuts... just wishing life was normal once again.