Hop To It!

I used to be able to suck it up and go on no matter how I felt. I remember running around with a bottle of Mylanta in my purse, taking surreptitious swigs of it as if it were something much better!

Not so much anymore. Some people don’t like the people they are. I don’t mind me, in fact, I’ve grown rather fond of myself after so many years, but my body is not so accommodating. My body attacks itself on several fronts at once now and it is getting to be a chore to deal with.

I wondered about that when I was younger. I had this strange feeling that I could not carry a pregnancy because my body considered it a foreign body, but I didn’t know it was true. My body even attacks its own skin sometimes and my joints, which ached even as a child, now act up much more frequently.

I have been on a diet excluding gluten for the past week and actually think I saw some improvement, but I am so weak. My son made chocolate chip cookies and Lennon and I shared several. I ate a meatball sandwich on a big crusty bun and could not resist toast with my eggs. I have to learn things the hard way and I paid dearly for all of that the last two days.

Other than crawling out of bed to get on the computer for a few minutes at a time, I have done very little since yesterday afternoon.

I see young children dealing with these same things so much better than I do, but it looks like the time has finally come when I have two choices. Suffer, or hop to it!