Controlling my body’s massive inflammatory response to traveling is one of those things I can’t quite figure out. Maybe once I do I’ll write a “How to Travel with Chronic Illness” post, but until that day comes I’ll settle for my usual fare: Here is my dilemma, let me go into a detailed explanation of it, and then I’m going to express how okay I want to be about it all because acceptance is my ultimate goal. Does that work with everyone? For me, travel of any type is a total racket. I have enough trouble slightly veering from my typically slow-paced often predictable life. You see, the crux…
nothing to see here
Whether you realized it or not, I’m acutely aware that it’s been seven weeks since I last posted. Even my Instagram and Twitter accounts have been unusually quiet. (Was that the most shameless plug you’ve ever seen?!) Before I veer farther off course, let me say that all is well in my world. Actually, everything is wonderful! My reasons for failing to keep [still]moving up to date don’t stem from poor health or unfortunate life circumstances, but simply because I’ve been sinking every extra ounce of brain power into another project. Thoughtful meal preparation, socializing with friends, sleeping…it all pretty much fell by the wayside as I worked hard to…
milestones*
Last week I realized that I’ve run one hundred miles in the last year. With a great sense of accomplishment, I recorded this number, overwhelmed with what I can do despite the challenges I face. Running used to be one of my favorite hobbies, and after my health forced me to take long hiatuses from the sport, I’m thrilled that I still get to enjoy this form of exercise. So many different factors had to perfectly align to get me running again, and I don’t take a single one for granted. That rush of happiness and pride, however, was soon replaced with sadness. Compared to what I used…