I’m sitting here struggling to decide what the title of this post should be…… because I’ve been thinking about writing it since my last post, which was a whole month ago. Why the hiatus? Partially because I have been crazy busy: It’s the end of the semester, we just bought a house, we’re planning our wedding, I work… But then also because I’ve been frustrated and disappointed in myself. Why is it that even though I’ve done Whole 30 now 3 times, I can’t just stick to it? Why can’t I just build the gym back into my routine? Why can’t I successfully practice eating 80% Paleo without totally losing it? How the hell do people do AIP (Auto Immune Protocol) and still have time to do ANYTHING else? It takes so much planning and preparation and TIME! Where do people get all of this time?!?! How did all of these amazing people who I follow on Instagram and whose Cookbooks I own find the time to heal themselves and write these cookbooks?! Where did the money come from???!
I took my first Uber ride yesterday. My driver was named James. He is from Kenya. He loves America but wishes it weren’t SO business-minded all the time. Can’t we all just sit around and hang out and chit chat and drink coffee and reminisce about the good ol’ days? Amen, James.
So, I’m sitting here drinking the most disgusting concoction known to mankind…….
…… Colonoscopy prep, for those who are unfamiliar…… and it’s the first time in a while that I can remember just sitting. Without anything pressuring me to get done this very instant. I do need to do my nails, but I can prioritize…. So finally I have time to really reflect on my last month. A month of trying to eat well, but failing. Of telling myself that I’ll get back to it. That it’ll be okay. The good thing is that it will be okay and I will get back to it. My mindset has already shifted and I’ve got 2 days carved out next week to dedicate to shopping and cooking. But how do I fix the fact that I know I’ve not been doing my already sick body no favors, but I’ve still carried on doing it? I’ve eaten everything from Pop Tarts to Doritos, to Reese’s and Lucky Charms, to mall Chinese food and Pizza. Things I know don’t sit well with me. Things I know cause me inflammation. Things I know are made with shit ingredients. Things that go against what I truly believe about eating and treating my body right. How powerful our minds are that I can still somehow convince myself that it is okay. I consider myself to be a pretty strong person, though I also consider myself to be a realist. I think that it is reasonable to say eating a slice of cake and a scoop of ice cream for your birthday is not the end of the world. Some cream in your coffee or a slice of swiss cheese every once in a while is not going to kill you. Eating 100% Whole 30 or even Paleo, forever, is certainly possible, but also certainly difficult. But boy is it easy to feel vulnerable when you feel like you can’t totally control yourself.
I do a lot of reading. Not only to keep myself educated and in the loop, but to keep myself motivated. Even if the motivation isn’t instantaneous; if it doesn’t make me throw away every trace of gluten in my house, it still keeps me constantly thinking about how I know I can do better. At the end of the day, I know that everybody is different. Some of us have far more self-discipline than others. Some of us enjoy the gym, while some of us hate it. Some of us are capable of coming up with our own rules, while others need the rules spelled out for them. I feel like I fall on the more flawed, or weaker side of all possible alternatives, but I figure if I keep pushing forward my habits will eventually change.
At the end of the day, I want to live a long life. I don’t want to be on medications that require me to inject myself every other week. I don’t want to have to drink this abysmal drink every year. I don’t want to have to run to the bathroom all the time. I don’t want to be worried that I won’t be around to grow old with my future husband because I just had to have another bowl of Lucky Charms. (No, I don’t think Lucky Charms will actually be the death of me, but you see what I’m sayin…)
I want to be strong enough to do what’s best for me, my health and my future. I want to help others be healthy. I want to travel the world without having to worry about medications and doctors. I want to have a family that I can take care of without worrying about Crohn’s bringing me down. I want to have the energy to play sports. I want to look in the mirror and be proud of the way I look because I’ve gotten myself there, not because the disease has caused me to wither away. I want to be in control of my destiny. I want all my fellow Crohnies to know they are NOT alone.
The good news is… I will have a family – starting with my amazing, supportive, handsome hubby to be. We will travel.
I will fight this disease with food and win.
I will be proud of myself.
I am strong enough.
Stay tuned 🙂