Okay, so life took me some places last week, so I am going to be combining a few days here to catch up. Days nine through eleven deal with inspiration, distractions, and food.
It’s hard to pinpoint what inspires me as I find inspiration every day. When it comes to advocacy and keeping up a dialogue about IC, I find inspiration in the community of fellow folks who deal with it, and inspiration in being able to help others with their diagnoses, processes, and the like. I live my life as an open book for the most part, and I have not yet had an experience tell me that I ought to not. I enjoy sharing my story to give hope and a good laugh to others who find themselves dealing with this.
I am also going to be major cliche and say that I find inspiration in my daughters. If, heaven forbid, they end up with this disorder, I want them to know that they can come to me for any support and guidance they may need down the road. I want them to see that Mommy is a strong woman who can handle all of the things that are thrown at her, even if that means sometimes Mommy has to cry and breakdown. No one is 100% badass all the time! So, seeing them watching me go through the trials and everyday bullshit with this disorder gives me strength to keep going and doing what I do. After all, if Mommy ain’t happy, no one is happy! Haha.
Distractions are my favorite things to talk about. I find distractions every day as well. From music to books, spending time with my kids to writing, I try to find some sort of escape every day. When I am in a huge flare, headphones come on and I attempt to do what I need to do to minimize its strength. I find that keeping my mind busy (when is it not?) keeps me from being crushed under the weight of the pain. And, anything I can do to keep myself going is a winner in my book.
Food is something I still fight with every day. Like I said before, some days I eat all the right things and feel great. Others? I eat all the right things, and it doesn’t help. So, for me, food is a battle. I know certain things I cannot tolerate no matter what. And that list sometimes changes as time goes on. I can go from not being able to eat tomatoes to being able to eat them by the handful. Strawberries? No more. Blueberries? Pass me the bowl! Milk? No. Ice cream? Yes! It’s all a shell game, really, and every day is different. With something like this, you can’t count on anything being consistent, and that’s really the worst part of it all.
Thanks for sticking it out with me. I can’t wait to finish the month strong on my challenge and hopefully educate and inspire more folks!
I may not be perfection, but I am always a work in progress…