Each time I sit down to eat a meal during a day of shopping with my friends or to celebrate a family member’s birthday, rather than feeling excited, I’m filled with anxiety. Even with the most vast menu I’m unlikely to find a single entree I’m able to eat as the rest of my table carelessly orders all my old favorite foods — pizza, ice cream or french fries. Mentally, I prepare myself for a slew of convoluted customizations for the waiter and a warning that they can’t promise there won’t be cross-contamination. As a self-acclaimed foodie, when I was diagnosed with Crohn’s disease in January, the first thing I thought of was the dreaded dietary restrictions that were sure to come with it. Somehow I still underestimated them — no dairy, gluten, sugar or processed foods. To read more, click the link in bio. #storybynevahudson #socialmediabysydneyeck