Diet? No, live it! (The dark comedy...so far.)

Since encountering my recent health issues and being the prevailing optimist that I am...constantly trying to be, I’ve decided that this sickness is probably the best thing that could have happened to me...or at least that one day I may feel that way.

Today may not be that day though, as I am still recuperating from my foolish, carless late night snacking from the other night which now feels as though it may be the death of me. So naturally, I’ve decided that I will write about it and share it with everyone willing to read. I was feeling on track and like I had my GERD (Which I’ve been pronouncing Gherd..so that it feels fancier) under control when I decided I could afford a splurge of pizza for dinner with friends but I, the potential glutton, also wanted smart food popcorn on the way home. This combination I believe, of not-so-smart-food has set me back several steps.

I never thought that I would write about health or diet on my blog, and if anything I obviously thought it would be on how to be under five foot and still rock it like I’m as tall as a super model. (Clearly my sense of humor is still intact – which is a good sign.) I’ve never been one to diet. (Although, once my aunt – bless her soul-suggested me trying going raw with her, so maybe that counts as a diet.. I made it 24 hours I think. That might count for something.) In fact I’ve probably been closer to the opposite end of the spectrum, which may or may not have led me to this point. In my days as a writer/graphic artist/administrative assistant/anything to make a living/following my dreams in my twenty-somethings, my diet has primarily consisted of coffee, smoke breaks, and then making a healthy meal for my family at the end of the day. I seemed to put a lot more focus on my family being fed than myself during the day. And, oppose to the post I made recently – my focus has almost always been outweighed on the side of my mental health rather than my physical. But it has become unbearably clear that, while yoga and meditation have their unquestionable benefits, this little lady is going to need to take her physical health more seriously.

Maybe that is one reason why my husband and I are such a great fit – we’re basically polar opposites in most ways other than our core values, personalities and sense of humor. He’s 6’4 and pretty much the pinnacle of physical health – if you asked me. He’s a fighter, in every sense of the word. And me, well, I’m a writer.

I’m not sure what writing about this will bring, although I’m hopeful for more good to come of it than just complaints about food I miss and the pain I feel when I give in to temptation, because that will get old for all of us pretty fast. Whatever this turns into, I’m hoping that there is something for everyone to take away from it, if not just a giggle at my expense, from either reader or writer.

And so I’ve decided to try to look at this journey as me living to the fullest instead of dieting. Because dying is what I feel like now, and living is what I’d much rather feel. Diet? No! Live it! And, if someone else has already coined this term they can pay me off at any time now...seriously.