It’s been a minute. To catch up:
I had my first dress fitting. I strategically selected matching underwear and even shaved my legs the night before because I was worried the seamstress would judge my prickly legs and mismatched undergarments (but really? who has time to match undergarments every day?). I packed my shoes that I’ll be wearing the day of the wedding, stuffed a pair of socks in the shoe box, and left work during the middle of the day drive to my fitting.
The seamstress fluffed my dress as I stood in front of a mirror, admiring my bridal self. I listened to time go by as the clock ticked away, my mom chatting away the background, and suddenly the room began ringing, my vision blurred, and I when I opened my eyes, I was on the cold tile floor.
Remember from childhood school plays when the sweet music teacher would kindly remind you, “Don’t lock your knees!” Homegirl knew what she was talking about, because I locked my knees too long and actually fainted during a dress fitting. My friends say “that’s the most Stacey thing I’ve ever heard.” Struggle City, USA.
So there’s that.
In other news
My sister, my childhood friend Chazley, and I raised $1000 toward curing Crohn’s and ulcerative colitis with the Crohn’s and Colitis Foundation of America’s fun, new event called Spin4. This was also my very first time attending a spin class, and I LOVED IT. Infectious high energy and an incredible sweat session (honestly, my favorite things) with fun music and a lot of fun = party on a bike for cures.
If you gave to our fundraiser, THANK YOU. I hope you know that you’re making such a big difference in making Crohn’s and colitis less crappy for our future, with more possibilities than ever and maybe even cures one day. THANK YOU ❤
I excitedly drove to Cyclebar Katy this afternoon. I left my office an hour and a half early because I wasn’t about to miss a Throwback Thursday-themed spin class that was FREE!
But, Houston happened. I didn’t make it there in time, even though it’s only a 20 something mile drive and I left AN HOUR AND A HALF EARLY.
So I turned around and drove back to downtown. Then I had and x-rated Crohn’s moment known to human kind in the middle of I-10 traffic (oh, and infusion day was last week, so that’s not really a thing that’s allowed to happen, but Stacey’s body does whatever the eff it wants).
Then I got home, sanitized myself, my clothes, my bathroom, my car, and drove to Kroger where I happened upon the loudest shopping cart known to man and cried my way to the Cheerios, my comfort food.
I thank God for Zack, because I had mega feel-sorry-and-woeful-for-myself moments while in the produce section, but he reminded me that I’m going to do the things I set out to do. I have crazy goals, but I also have ridiculously strong will-power and even though Crohn’s can cause speed bumps and detours and make me sad, life outside of Crohn’s can still be conquered, one step at a time.
In case you haven’t noticed, I don’t always handle bad days gracefully. Sometimes I cry and worry about if I’m capable of accomplishing all that I want. “Does this mean I can’t be a registered dietitian and will need to quit school so that I can live a life sentenced to house arrest?” No. You’re just having a bad day, Stacey. It isn’t a life sentence.
You don’t need to be reminded of your limitations- you just need to be reminded that you can push back on them.
I hope you know that too. Bad days can trick you into thinking life is harder or worse than it actually is. There’s always a silver lining. Mine, today, was Zack. He’s a realist, so if he’s reminding me of how capable I am then…I guess it’s time that I get busy!
Find your good life in your bad day! Keep moving forward, even if you have to roll through the produce section in your lousy, noisy cart and snotty tears. You’re still moving 😉