Balance

Wow it's been a MINUTE! I have been a very bad blog girl. But here I am, ready to post again. It took me a while to want to post. Last you heard from me I was still stuck in the "whirlwind." Well guess what? I was stupid to think that whirlwind would stop. Why did I think that eventually everything would return to "normal?" Apparently that's not how it works. Things are always changing and one is continually trying to adjust. There are good days and there are bad days but for the most part you start to accept that you are just along for the ride and you better buckle up.

So how would I go about trying to fill you all in on these past months (year?). It'd be impossible and tedious. So, I will sum things up with a theme of sorts that describes what my focus has been. BALANCE. I have spent these past long months trying to balance myself physically, emotionally and socially.

Let's start with the first- physically. Apparently I inherited some not-so-desirable genes from my rents. And those genes have gotten in the way of some goals of mine- namely motherhood. And in these past few months I have been on a fun adventure of trying to navigate said genetics- a nightmare scavenger hunt if you will. Once the culprits were properly identified I then had to figure out how to change my diet and lifestyle to counterbalance (there's that word again) those suckers. First it was surgery- but you knew about that. And not just once, mind you, but multiple surgeries over the course of two years that have left me with the knowledge that could rival even the best MDs out there. 6 total. Yeah, I am best friends with demerol and the surgery nurses at GBMC.

But then there was the wake up call in the form of my endocrine system. I won't bore you with details but let's just sum that up by saying my shizz is effffeeeedddd up. Basically I had to go to Nutrition boot camp where I learned that carbs are the enemy and exercise was my most lethal weapon. And I stepped up to the plate. For months I barely touched a carb. And it showed as I started to shrink. I liked this. Sure, I missed pizza and fries and even regular coffee creamer but my waist size was so much more rewarding. Then I was told I had to find BALANCE. yep, there it is again. I had to find a way to tango with carbs in a healthy way.

Oh and have I mentioned the medicine? I was on a new regimen that, on occasion, would rock my intestinal world. Plans canceled last minute, etc. The pills themselves smell horrible and I felt like my life was now ruled by oblong-shaped assholes.

So I worked closer and closer to that elusive concept- balance, with my diet and exercise. I also discovered the cathartic benefits of my new love, kickboxing. LOVE. And love what it did to my arms.

And just when I thought I was walking steadily on that tightrope, balanced perfectly, I was told I had lost too much weight. WHAT?!?!! For a woman in her thirties is that even possible!?!?! Apparently, yes, yes it is. Because once you lose too much weight your body thinks you are living in late 1990s Somalia and your body stops behaving as it should. It, ahem, stops functioning like a lady, if you're picking up what I'm putting down. The exact opposite of what I needed to happen. Well shit.

"You'll need to gain 5 to 7 pounds," I was told. Then we can go from there. What!??!! Right in the middle of August with a pool-party bachelorette looming in the not-too-far future? You be talking crazy, doc. But she was right, I was too thin and I needed to admit it.

So there was the conundrum. How do I gain 5 pounds without giving up kickboxing (will NOT do) and becoming a regular at Five Guys (tempting)? And gain it all while still on the meds (albeit half-dose) and finding that "balance" with carbs and sugar? UGH. This "balancing act" is harder than I thought.

Now you must be thinking, "hey Bethany, why don't you STFU? You have to gain weight? Boo hoo!" And you'd be warranted.

But you must understand what is riding on this elusive game of balance: my ability to become a Mom. This has been an uphill battle since 2012 and I have suffered many a battle wound to prove how sensitive the situation is. Multiple losses. Six surgeries. Medications, tears, inability to feel comfortable in social situations, grief, etc. And this might not even be the answer. I could easily finally find that place of physical balance and still, something ELSE could be wrong.

But I am not one to give up. No matter what it takes. And if balance is indeed the key to success, I will continue to try to find it, even if I moan and complain that whole time. Believe me, I am aware of the other good things in my life- but this complex situation is sometimes enough to knock the wind out of me. Out of anyone for that matter.

And that's just the physical side of it. I haven't even gone into the emotional and social balancing act I am also constantly participating in.

But this is my challenge and that's what I am dealing with. There are worse things, yes, but a girl's gotta vent. And the whole point was an update, yes?

So there ya have it folks. At least one part of it. And at least I am back, blogging. Let's see if I can now weave in the blogging with everything else I am currently balancing;)