Didn’t meet my Disney goals- and that’s okay.

Hey, friends. I’ve missed you all! I’ve been in a season of life that was very focused on becoming a better me- because the best version of myself is who I want creating content for this page. Let me start at the beginning, because I tend to jump to the conclusion and hope everyone can read my mind to fill in blanks.

I’m a bit of a perfectionist. It’s such a part of my personality that at times it can be a deterrent. You see, if I can’t do something perfectly (or my version of perfect which is often skewed from the start), then I would prefer not to do it at all. I fell so deeply into this thought trap that I lost sight of myself for a bit. In my mind, if I couldn’t manage all my symptoms with healthy eating and exercise- why even give it a shot? If my body was disordered at the most basic level (ie. DNA), then how on earth was I supposed to create order? In a time of ugly-ish thinking, all I could think is- “If doing everything right isn’t going to make me my old self, then why bother?” I gained weight. My pain surged to new levels. I was on more medication than ever, and I accepted that as my life.

Fortunately, I don’t stay in these places for long. With the help of my support system, some really fabulous books (ask me for book recommendations- I got you), and a lot of introspection, I realized that regardless of my inabilities, I was able to be better. You see, being better than my current self is always attainable. I don’t mean that I should always feel guilty about where I am currently. Not at all. But, I am always capable of becoming a bit better- maybe physically, but always mentally, emotionally, and spiritually.

When I first started, I had two goals- 1. I wanted to lose 20 pounds before my hysterectomy- which was recommended because of my BRCA2 status. 2. I wanted to be able to walk Disney World- instead of using a scooter. Let me side bar for a minute to explain something. I do not have an ableist mindset. I don’t believe that walking rather than using a wheelchair is “better” or “improvement.” Using the mobility aid that makes the world accessible to you is AWESOME. I have no shame AT ALL about the time I’ve spent using Snookie (the wheelchair) or any other mobility assistance device. However, I experienced Disney World via foot during my honeymoon, and I want to do that again. It’s not an intentional bias against mobility aids, but at the same time, I don’t apologize for wanting to have that same experience now. I want to be able to hold my husband’s hand as we experience the World Showcase at EPCOT. I want to carry my Minnie Mouse backpack ON MY DANG BACK- instead of the basket of a scooter.

So, I did my best. I ate SO healthy. I gave up grains, and refined sugar, and dairy, and soy. Pretty much I gave up all the things that taste delicious- since December 27 (because January 1 seemed like a super cliché day to begin something new). About two weeks into this change, my joint pain lessened enough that I could go to the gym and get some exercise. I began with a recumbent bike, then a treadmill. Now, I wish I could experience the world via elliptical, because that has become my exercise jam (It’s easier on your knees with similar calorie burn- trust me). So, now, it’s late May, and I’m so stinking proud of the strides I’ve made. I’m healthier. My mood is better. I’m probably nicer to my husband and dog. But, you know what? I didn’t meet either goal.

First, my high-risk specialist no longer recommends a hysterectomy. (Mostly because I won’t also have a mastectomy- because that’s freaking terrifying.) Not to mention, I only lost 19.5 pounds. I’m pretty sure that last half pound is hanging on to keep me humble. I will have to wait until I’m actually decomposing to lose that final pound, and I have accepted that as my fate. And, my second goal of walking Disney World? Just not going to happen- at least not this year. I can handle 40 minutes on an elliptical- but that’s only 5,000 steps on a low impact piece of equipment. Joe gets 20,000+ steps in Disney World, and my joints (and POTS inclined heart) just can’t hang with that sort of trek in the Mouse’s magical muggy heat for an entire week.

There was a moment of frustration- heck, there were several moments of pure aggravation- when I realized that I wasn’t going to achieve my goals. But, then, I think about what I gained. I am stronger than I have been in years. My joints are wonky at best- but they’re more stable than they were a year ago. Most importantly, I am growing (not in weight- I’m still working on that half pound that loves me like a fat kid loves cake). I am learning that my best is ever changing and evolving, and it’s a fun experiment to see where I go next. Most importantly, I’m not sitting around hoping things get better. Hope isn’t a legitimate growth strategy. I am doing something to make my quality of life as good as possible. I’ll be honest. I’m pretty happy about that.

So, I didn’t meet my goals. That’s okay. I am going into this Disney Palooza proud of myself. I’m treating myself to some dairy free ice cream, and I’m going to look over all the added refined sugar, because I’m living my best Disney life- which will include some mini corndogs at Casey’s Corner. (Unless it makes me sick- at which point I’ll be having all the vegetables and grilled chicken WDW has to offer.) Also, I may have more than a half pound to get rid of when I get home, because that Mouse likes to encourage treats- and this chick likes to eat them.

Peace, love, and health, friends.

** Don’t forget to follow the @CrazyChronicLife FaceBook page for Disney live videos, pics, and general commentaries from The World.

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