Since my diagnosis, it's been rough. The new limitations are frustrating, depressing, and difficult to work around.
I've found myself slowly loosing contact with friends, as my physical state causes missed plans, canceled events, and entire days spent either in bed or on the couch.
For someone who has been as active as I have been, this has been a rough transition.
I tried joining a running group, with a coached 10k plan. I bombed out about halfway through the plan, as missed runs piled up. I have been able to run once, once, in the last three weeks.
It was a three mile run this past Monday. I had to fight my own body for every step.
All of this has been so hard, I've barely been able to talk to my closest friends about it. It just seems so....unreal.
The past few weeks have been particularly challenging, as I have been attempting stepping off my medication to see how well I can tolerate being off of it. The idea was for us to try for another kid this fall, however if I can't tolerate being off my medication (which I cannot take while pregnant,) we'll have to give up on that.
I have managed to keep myself from gaining weight during my period of inactivity, although I'm not sure how. I'm worried that I've lost muscle weight and will start gaining once I start working out again.
We've joined the local YMCA, and I'm planning on a lot of lap swimming in my future. There's also child care available so I'll be able to get treadmill runs in over the winter whenever, and hopefully also take advantage of some of the group classes (hello Yoga and Spinning!)
I'm trying to stay positive, to see this as simply an obstacle to overcome, instead of the insurmountable road block it feels like.