I wasn't sure what to expect.
No, that's a lie.
I've cheated quite a few times in the food department this month.
My body was telling me that it didn't like the extra bowls of ice cream I had ingested.
And the brownie.
And the M&M's.
And the extra bread that wasn't good for me.
Oh, but I loved each little morsel.
And they were little.
Since they were so little I figured I must be imagining the worsened symptoms.
I got on the table to be examined.
My mouth didn't open once to say what a bad girl I had been.
My body betrayed me.
This doctor is ANNOYING!
He doesn't just look at you.
He has ways of getting your body to squeal on you.
It's medical torture, I tell you!
And my body gave in. It caved. It told him everything he wanted to know.
It cried that it hadn't liked the abuse I had given it this past month.
It wanted the no sugar, no yeast, no nothing yummy, yummy, yummy back, and back now.
It was explained to me, again, that with my condition eating sugar or yeast isn't like a normal person eating them.
My body takes the millimeter I give it and runs a mile. The tumor eats it up and grows.
So, I'm here to tell you that while it can be downright frustrating to have a doctor like I currently have, I'm grateful he has put me back on that straight and narrow diet.
I'm still doing ok, just waking up to the reality that if I give into my cravings my consequences aren't just weight gain anymore.
The stakes are higher.
A lot higher.
It's getting better.
Or getting worse.
Makes me think twice before eating a bite of ice cream, muffin, or M&M.
Could I just ask one thing of you?
Pray for me.
It's hard, and I'm not going to pretend otherwise.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart.