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30. And beyond.

30. And beyond.

Ahhh 30. I thought you would never come. As most of you know by now, the days leading up to my 30th birthday were not what I imagined they would be. By Sunday, my birthday, I was too exhausted to do anything but throw on a pair of pajamas and drink some champagne. My birthday … Continue reading

Day 363-366 Risk: A Lesson In Fear

Day 363-366 Risk: A Lesson In Fear

When I envisioned the weekend of my thirtieth birthday, I imagined Mexican beaches and margaritas. Or karaoke and Asian cuisine. When the weekend got closer and the planning began, I envisioned the circus show we’d be going to, and playing in the park. What I did not imagine was that the days leading up to … Continue reading

Day 358 Risk: Buy Nutella

Day 358 Risk: Buy Nutella

Oh Nutella. How I love you. I love you so much. You are the bread to my butter, the honey to my tea. I adore every bit of you. And that’s the problem. You know how people eat peanut butter with a spoon? I do the same with Nutella. No need for bread like on … Continue reading

Day 350 Risk: Sign Up For An IBS Study

Avoiding triggers and stress are the usual recommendations given to people with IBS. What no one tells you is that you have to figure out your trigger and stressors, and that you might continue to develop more over time. And then the triggers you developed might go away, being replaced by new ones. Just avoiding … Continue reading

Day 348 Risk: Go To Trapeze Despite A Flare-up

Day 348 Risk: Go To Trapeze Despite A Flare-up

Tuesday marked the second of a two-day flare-up of my IBS. My stomach felt like a brick, weighing me down, the sharp edges poking into my sides. My intestines felt like overfull balloons, the tender fibers being pushed to their limits. It was exhausting. My flare-ups usually last a few hours to a day, and … Continue reading