1. Today is the first time I’ve logged into my blog’s dashboard since my last post on June 30th.
I haven’t missed blogging, but that’s not because I no longer like it. I’ve just been super busy after work lately, though what I’ve been occupying myself with might not seem super exciting:
Caring for my houseTaking Bertha to doggy school
Getting ready for work the next day
Sitting in my yard
My brother and his dog also moved in with us last week, so I’ve spent a bunch of nights just hanging out with him and the dogs.
Blogging — just like on June 30th — isn’t dead for me.
It just isn’t the first thing on my list right now.
2. I haven’t read a single blog to which I normally subscribe since June 30th.
Here’s where I think I’m done with blogging.
I don’t really have the patience for reading 456 blog posts every day.
In fact, I don’t really have the patience to ready any blogs at all right now.
Partly I am just occupied with other things — plus I spend a lot of time at work reading health & wellness resources all day, so I just don’t want tot do it on my free time.
But partly I am exhausted and annoyed by the self-absorption and repetitive nature of blogs in general.
And I am the most self-absorbed person I know.
So if that makes me a hypocrite and makes you dislike me, that’s fine.
(If I still follow you on facebook or instagram, it means I either like you or am still oddly fascinated by your self-absorption.)
3. I have two bottles of the much-maligned Walden Farms “calorie-free” syrups in my fridge.
One chocolate and one caramel.
4. I am legitimately exhausted by trying to figure out my GI problems on my own.
I finally went back to the specialist. I finally have some legit tests scheduled.
I fully plan to do whatever the doctor tells me to do as a result of the tests.
That doesn’t mean I might not make holistic changes of my own — like dropping dairy, maybe going paleo, etc.
But I seriously just want to get a diagnosis. A real one. Not just “it’s IBS.”
I’m pretty sure I will punch the doctor if she tells me that IBS baloney again.
But I’m a little nervous because the wealth of possible diagnoses is great; this could be anything.
It could be something simple. Or it could be something serious masking as something simple.
In which case I’ll likely be punching myself, not the doctor, for not going for testing sooner.