It’s teacher appreciation week and my schools PTA has arranged for teachers to get goodies one day each week.
Today was donuts and I purposely did not partake.
It’s strange when I need to consider my infertility while I have two beautiful, healthy, active, kind, happy kids. My PCOS not only makes ovulation a thing that I don’t experience, but it also screws with my blood sugar. The blood sugar issues seem to be the main cause of my anovulation, as my endocrinologist wanted me to try diet changes to see if that kick started ovulation. It didn’t alone, but was necessary to continue for the modern medicine to work, which led to Witchlette.
After having Witchlette, I decided I needed to be mindful of what I ate, but not as strict as I was while trying to get pregnant.
After having Witchling, I decided to throw caution to the wind. Two hands, two kids. Yolo. Eat the cake.
Over the past few months, I have struggled more with my anxiety. I’ve struggled more with my self-esteem.
One of my self image issues has been my weight. Specifically, I carry all of my weight in my front. One of my students has made comments about my looking pregnant. Multiple times. A lot of the issue is her speaking negatively about others and not realizing when others speak that way about her she doesn’t like it. PCOS carries a lot of weight issues.
There are a lot of symptoms PCOS can present with. I don’t have all of them, but I do have quite a few.
Aside from hair issues, weight issues, actual cysts rupturing, anovulation, and blood sugar issues, anxiety and depression are a symptom of PCOS.
Sunday, after confessing to friends that I’m considering shape wear to appear trimmer, because I’m not an exerciser and YOLO-cake, I journaled about how wrong that felt. How awful it felt forming in my mind and leaving my lips. Sunday night I decided on baby steps of no dessert Sunday-Thursday.
By Tuesday morning, I was done craving sugar.
Wednesday morning, I was stronger than the donut.
YOLO-Health and Happiness (And the occasional slice of cake)