I ponder if this fear(or all the things I fear)is why I am here...scared to step on a machine to tell me that once again I failed. I failed at so many things in life that I think that is where I feel the most comfortable. It pisses me off that I find solace in failure. I sit here with tears rolling down my face because this revelation pisses me off...and at the same time motivates me. I'm mad at myself because I know what I'm doing is making me sicker and sicker. Everyday I wake up in pain...I spend the day in pain...I fall asleep in pain...not emotional pain but physical pain. I think the only person who truly knows how much physical pain I am in is Sean. I know what the reason maybe for the pain...or reasons but I have chosen to ignore it.
The stress of my life is incredible...most would be an emotional mess...but to be honest there's no time to fall apart..not to say I don't cry or haven't cried about it but I know that at the end of the day it will still be this incredibly stressful life..nothing will have changed so I CHOOSE to see the beauty in it. So today I am choosing not to fail...I'm choosing to stop eating gluten for 2 weeks to see if my stomach heals and my body stops hurting 24/7. I want to blog everyday about this to see if I notice a difference. I took a questionnaire about gluten sensitivity and I had all but the one symptom...depression. I honestly don't believe my pain comes from depression or anxiety....I believe that the pain in my stomach and the pain in my joints/muscles are due to IBS/Fibromyalgia which is caused by this gluten sensitivity...I want to feel like I'm 33 not 73 and I'm hoping not eating gluten will help that.