So here we draw to a close this challenge series. There have been ups, there have been downs, they were the best of times, they were the worst of times… and other clichés as well. After 60 days of discipline… OK, maybe a few fewer than 60… I find myself feeling under considerable pressure to write this concluding post with the correct blend of summary, naval-gazing and nod to the future. Here goes…
It’s finally here. The day I’ve been waiting for. It’s my first visit to a specialist. I’ve been waiting for this day for over six months and it’s been a long time coming. Getting an appointment with a consultant urologist in the NHS apparently isn’t as easy as just ringing up and booking one. Even since I managed to get the referral, it’s taken over six weeks to get to see someone. With that in mind, I intend to make the absolute most out of this appointment today. Continue reading
It’s Christmas! Well, not yet. But it is December, which is almost the same thing. And as the festive season gets into full swing, I find myself being invited to a whole host of Christmas-themed get-togethers. As Boyfriend and I will also be flying to Chicago in less than a week to spend Christmas with his family, it means starting Christmas a bit earlier over here in order to fit everyone in. I also totally coincidentally know a lot of people with birthdays in December… so double trouble. How does one cope with all these difficult-to-control food situations? Errrm… I was hoping you’d tell me. Continue reading
Not that I have a penchant for the dramatic – or hyperchondriatic (I should probably reign that in for my hospital appointment next week) – but it seems to me that putting yourself on an elimination diet for the first time ever can be quite a traumatic experience.
Question: What happens when you cheat on your elimination diet with a bunch of foods you shouldn’t be eating?
Answer: You don’t know which of them is causing the pain you’re now in. Dammit. Continue reading
Day 52… I think? I don’t know, I’ve been a bit absent, haven’t I. There’s a reason for that, but it’s not a good one. It’s a guilty one and not one I’m proud of. As for the last two days, I have slowly and steadily, but truly madly deeply fallen off the wagon. Continue reading
I have now been pain-free for a few days. It’s brilliant, weird, and a bit scary. Not really scary. But I’m just on edge a little bit I guess in case it comes back. This could be it. The end of all the pain. I would really like that to be the case.