Just a few days. I've been overeating, which is dumb. But I'm glad I'm not alone. Today somebody told me, leading up to Lent, that "Every day was Fat Tuesday!" Indeed.
While I wish the *(T^%%% testing hadn't of put this back (I wish I had more time before our trip in early May), I'm glad I'm getting it done. After the holidays and various and sundry things, our diet has gotten a bit more...lax than is usual. Mark's gained a bit as well.
I have a friend who, from time to time, does a vegan diet to reset her eating. While veganism is not a religion I can get into (I loves me my meat and dairy), I really appreciate the concept. I'm trying to view my forced starvation in such a light. It's a time to reset, refocus, and hopefully lose (and keep off) some more weight (again).
I realize I've been a bit blue. I think living where I live is part of it (a very gray part of the world). But I think the biggest part is this latest crash and burn with my health journey. I was so sure I had that cortisol disorder (I still think I do!). I was so sure my time had come and we'd get The Answer (and hopefully The Cure). The fact that we spent more time, money, and misery on all this (dead end) testing, only to end up exactly nowhere (again) just makes me feel blue.
How can I explain to people what my health issue is when it doesn't have a name? I can't even explain it to myself.
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