I keep trying to wrap my head around all of this new existence. It feels like too damn much. Normally I stare down these things with a machete in hand but right now I'm just overwhelmed. I feel like my entire emotional and mental life is spent figuring out what I can eat, when I can eat and finding something that I might eat that's actually enjoyable. I saw on the IC message board a gal that said "Basically the rule on the IC diet is, if it tastes good, spit it out... kinda funny if you don't think about it too much."
My problem is clearly that I'm thinking about it too much. But I've also not been at this for years. YEARS. Every time I think YEARS I want to cry. I mean I wanted this! I wanted an answer. Now I have it, or at least SOMETHING and I'm upset. The more I look into I also think I've got to get tested for Pelvic Floor Dysfunction. *waves tiny flag* yay...
But hey, we finally ate a sauce that was so delicious, I thought we were both maybe gonna cry at finally tasting... SOMETHING. Man, my husband is the best. I mean I'm sure he's eating all kinds of delicious lunches at work but still. He's putting up with a lot from me right now and he's being so wonderful. I'm very lucky.
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