I woke up and just decided I’m starting it. AGAIN.
To heck with the bum knee from tripping over the co-worker’s dog in February.
To heck with the UC from the past 2 years.
I’m about 90% healed from the emergency gallbladder removal.
I’m overweight, more than I want to be, because of all of the above. Exercising came to a standstill. Dietary needs overtook weight concerns. (unfortunately, I’m in the minority of UC patients who actually has less inflammation from grains than from produce.) (but I’m in enough remission, I think, to test that theory.)
ANYHOW, I’m tired of excuses. I’m tired of restrictions that may have only been temporary.
I will have to make allowances for certain circumstances beyond my control. I can’t do the low carb/high fat diet that I’ve been so successful on in the past. But I can do a modified low carb diet that is lower in grains than I have been the past year, for sure. I can cautiously up the fresh produce. I can certainly start walking again, even if dancing is out for now.
Baby steps are better than no steps at all.
So, I begin. Today is a new day. It’s the start of the rest of my life. That’s the beauty about a new day. The possibilities are endless! We have nothing but the future in front of us! We can carve that future any way we like, even within the framework of whatever restrictions we must abide within. (poor English; sorry.)
So I am. I will. booyah!