This has been by far my most sickly year. I have had hectic Tonsillitis: which had me in bed for two whole days. And recently I have had two encounters of
"Inyongo" (that is when the bile in your gallbladder acts up) one of which I am recovering from now. I have never experienced so much nausea in my life and to think how much most preggies women and chemotherapy patients have to endure is way beyond me, I truly found new respect for both.
Like most of us (if not all of us) I hate being sick. I hate being confined to a bed and not having the strength to do as I will with my body its frustrating and just down right irritating. After the Tonsillitis saga I hadn't given much thought to what could have caused it and I didn't really care much, I was just glad I was well again, but with the first
Inyongo experience I just knew that my body was complaining and just had enough of my unhealthy eating. I went through the nausea and vomiting and thought that was it, no need for caster oil or any other laxative for that matter, I was sorted for the year, so I thought.
Well right now I am recovering from my second
Inyongo and I feel guilty and defeated. I am guilty because even though my body sent me a warning not so long ago, I still ignored it and I am defeated because it (my body) has shown me that its not just my own to do as I will but it is Gods temple and MUST be treated as such...and in all honesty my body has been way too kind; looking at my history with food. It is high time that I re-commit (physically and spiritually) to healthy eating and regular cadio...its not an easy road to travel but then again which is?
"Losing weight is hard.
Maintaining weight is hard.
Staying fat is hard.
Choose your hard!"
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Peace.Joy.Love!
