never in my #colitislife have I achieved that milestone. never before have I gone one full bleepin’ YEAR.
this calls for a dance party. and a glass of wine! ha. just kidding. better not push the envelope. I did have a whole bottle of wine and lots of cheese this past Saturday. insert monkey holding hands over eyes face here. i’m caught in an eating-my-feelings vicious circle. or it’s more like a tornado. Continue reading “today marks ONE FULL YEAR that I’ve been in remission. (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)”
Happy 2018 peeps. I am already so thankful to this new year. It hasn’t brought me a flare. nor an unexpected guest IN TO MY BED IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT. about this time last year, life was a big fat WTF!!! [read all about it]
but aside from that crappy January, looking back at 2017… it was a super great year. this is what happened:
Continue reading “Happy New Year and no new flare!”
this post is going to read like chaos. cause that is how life has felt for the last long while. or maybe it’s more like an intense overwhelmingness. I dunno. all I know is that soooooo much has happened this year. so so much. a TON of good. but since September I’m feeling like life has been testing me and teaching me some harder than normal lessons.
the last 4 weeks in particular have been intense. game-changer / ‘time-to-make-some-changes’ intense. I am truly amazed that I am not in a flare right now because the stress has been out of control. I don’t think, ever in my life, that I’ve felt so mentally + emotionally + physically overwhelmed all at the same time over such a long stretch. and there are some people I’d like to blame for that. but I cannot. because at the end of the day, I am responsible for everything that happens to me. and it’s up to me to not give other people the power to control my thoughts and actions.
If I do not go in to a flare shortly, then VSL#3 and chicken feet are saving my life.
colonoscopy first thing tomorrow morning so we will see what my guts tell mr doc. man.
step one. don’t do THIS↓ all summer long and you won’t have a flare to stop in the first place.
HA. just kidding. the stress from wine deprivation alone would be enough to put me in a flare.
lol. kidding again. kindaaaa.
Continue reading “how I stopped the next flare in it’s tracks.”