September 1st is fall’s version of New Year’s Day. A time to set new goals. A time for a fresh start. The kids are in school, routines are being set. This is the perfect time to wipe the slate clean after an indulgent summer. Or maybe I’m the only one? Maybe you had a perfectly nutritious, alcohol-free, exercise-every-day kind of summer. If so, great job! Please tell us all…
Never before have I felt so ready to start over. In 2016, I felt…out of it. I’m not sure how else to describe it. In between moments of clarity and energy, I mostly felt blah. Focus was hard to come by, and my brain struggled to read, write, and process information. Some of this stems from autoimmune issues. I had a massive setback in February and multiple incidents throughout the…
For the first time in a long time, I have been consistently working out for an extended period of time. I am gaining strength, flexibility, and energy. My clothes fit better, my muscles are more defined, and I was actually looking forward to trying on swimsuits this spring. Then I walked into the dressing room. You know, the one with the fluorescent lights and the side mirrors. The dressing room…
The last time you filled a prescription at the pharmacy, you probably filled your prescription, picked up your medication, received instructions from the pharmacist, and put the pill in your mouth all in the same day. That’s what I used to do too. Then came celiac disease. Now from the time my doctor prescribes my medication to the time I can actually take the medication is a minimum of three…
In March, I posted about why a celiac should always ask about food at a restaurant, even if you have been there a million times. Things change, and your health is important. And if I was with you at a restaurant and I saw that you weren’t being taken seriously, I would have no problem speaking up for you. I would even get mad on your behalf. I might even…
Pain comes and goes in my life, but when it comes, it sets up camp for a good while. Weeks at a time when my whole life revolves around pain. Sometimes chronic pain has a name, most of the time it doesn’t. Sometimes that is the hardest part of all. Sometimes people think it’s all in my head. Sometimes I wonder if it’s all in my head. Then I feel…
Idiot. Stupid. Lazy. Bad mom. These are just a few of the things I have caught myself saying lately. TO MYSELF. I started thinking about how these words would sound if I said them to a friend. And I realized I would NEVER say these things to a friend. That would be so mean! “You didn’t spend enough time with your kids today. You’re such a bad mom.” Ugh, can…