With dignity...

So the last month has been a crazy one... I started trying to go out and enjoy my weekends (and life) but I havent been feeling well.  I think I try to ignore the fact that my illness is now and always.  I think I made myself run short of spoons for the month in a matter of days.  Well, I've taken a step back and I have started to take my life one day at a time again... I took days off from work; I took a break from Zumba and even a break from blogging and FibroFighterz.  But I'm back and I've decided to come back slowly. I know it's going to take a little while to get back on track but I've decided it's better to keep trying than to sit back and watch my life fade away... Facing this life one day at a time...

Pity Party for 1

On the other hand... I'm very sad and disappointed.  I've gained soooo much weight and I'm depressed to think that this is the way I'm gonna look from now. I tried so hard to get where I was and these pills are making me blow up like a freaking balloon! I'm angry and sad! I want to scream! I really hope that I can go back to Zumba soon! This stupid illness has me missing out on enough things in my life and now I have to add my self-esteem to the list! :'(