Today was not a good day in the land of the Tummy Troubles.
Some days eating gluten free is like a hallelujah chorus of angels. It’s the answers to every symptom I have. Then there are days like today… where everything falls apart. The symptoms flair up and I can’t do anything except sit on the sofa in my jammies.
I really really really, really really, want to run that half marathon. But when I feel like this I can’t even imagine doing it. I’m a little frustrated because I had ankle surgery a year ago so I could do things like half marathons and here I am, a year later and now it’s something else. What gives?!
It’s not the end of the world. I can still do 5k’s and 10k’s. What’s so bad about that? I guess I’m just tired of not having the freedom. Being restricted gets real old after awhile.
