So I'm not exactly sure what to call it, but Gluten f's me up.
I went without for the entire month of january, along with going veg for the month. Well, I quit a day early because I had people coming over the night of the 31st, but close enough.
On the 31st, for breakfast, I had a sausage/bacon/red pepper/onion/garlic omlette. When I was cooking the bacon/sausage, I nibbled. I was surprised. It didn't taste near as good as I remembered. The fat taste was so distinct (and kind of gross) it was hard to get past. In the omlette however, it was pure awesomeness. Felt like a load in my gut though, I didn't eat again until 3pm or so.
At 3pm, I stopped by and got a pizza. I dig pizza, and it's some gluteny goodness I haven't been able to indulge in. I had three slices of pizza, and about 15-20 minutes later, I felt like I got hit with a ton of bricks. I couldn't concentrate on anything, the skin on my face felt hot and tingly, I couldn't hardly complete a sentence when talking without forgetting what I was going to say. It was awful. I felt like crap, had a stomachache, and couldn't really even think straight.
So, since I already felt like ####, I had a beer and a slice of sourdough bread a couple hours later. The next day (yesterday), I felt hung over. Went back to fruits, veggies, and rice for breakfast/lunch, then had half a ribeye for dinner. Again, the fat taste on its own was overwhelming, and not in a good way. I ate the damn thing though (well, about 6oz of it), and my stomach didn't feel good at all. I didn't have the focus issues, but it wasn't a pleasant experience in any way.
Long and the short of it is that I had no idea how awful I felt all the time, and how much better it was possible to feel. I didn't even realize it when I was going off it - but at the end of the month I'd been more productive at work, exercised more, had more energy than I can remember - I've signed up for a 200 mile bike ride in June, and just yesterday set up an event schedule for the summer and a daily workout program. I'm going to ride in two centuries, one 84 mile ride up a mountain (in May, that's my first big test,) a couple 30-70 mile rides/relays, and two sprint triathalons. I went out the weekend before last with friends, and instead of driving I rode my bike 25 miles to get there. That's so, incredibly not "me." But, maybe it is.

Even if I didn't notice much of a difference going off gluten, just looking back at what I've done and how much things have changed in the last month, it's pretty amazing.
I cubed up about half of what was left of that ribeye (threw away the other half because it had a lot of fat on it) and ate it with some rice for breakfast. Lunch was a shake with two bananas, a cup of berries, some psyllium husk and protein powder - dinner's going to be a couple carrots, a bell pepper, a cucumber, and an avocado tossed in a bowl with some greek feta dressing and pepper. I'm not going veg, but vegetables/fruit are what I actually want to eat now - and not because I feel like I have to, or like I'm being disciplined.
The only, only part of this that I'm sad about is my beer collection. It's ridiculous. It's not quite tip top ridiculous, but it's pretty awesome. I love, love, love beer. And I'm hardly going to drink any beer. Maybe one on a friday or saturday night - I'll see how my body reacts to smaller amounts of gluten on the weekends, but there's no way I chance feeling like I used to. None.
I'm going to go get in a bike ride now so I can rest before I hit the pool.