I'm at work today for the first time in a week (it's tough to be at work when you have diarrhea like whoa, okay), and I'm actually feeling pretty down. I thought getting back to my routine would help me feel better... but not so.
So maybe I'm PMSing or something. I don't know. I'm just moody and generally "meh" right now.
It's hard to vocalize how it feels to be in my shoes right now. I feel singled out and picked on, even though my gluten intolerance isn't anyone's fault. I feel very alone... and THEN I feel disgusted with myself for being so pathetic! Gluten intolerance isn't the end of the world. It's not like I'm going to starve to death, be burned at a stake, or ridiculed for my condition. No one even has to know if I don't want them to. Here I go, being a drama mama again.
I'm still trying to keep up with the optimism thing. Granted, I know that I won't ever feel excited about this, but at least sticking to a healthy diet just got a lot easier for me! In that sense, I do consider myself lucky, because my willpower is mediocre. Like the wimpy kid in gym class.
Moving on! I'm going to work out tonight, drink so much water that I float away, and eat angelically. Time to pick myself up, dust myself off, and stop moping around. So long, cottage cheese thighs! Adiós, bye-bye arms! Never again, chunky middle! This fat isn't going to evict itself.
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