Yesterday, I had a follow up visit with my primary doctor and the news brought mixed feelings. I discovered I'd gained 10 lbs since my steep drop to 106 lbs in 2023. It made me feel hesitantly happy because I had previously celebrated weight gains, only to be hit hard by another flare that sent me back down so now weight gain always feels like a fragile victory. But despite the fear that this gain may not last, I have to remind myself to celebrate. Today is a good day. Even if this moment is fleeting I'm choosing to acknowledge it as a victory in my ongoing health journey.
Life can feel like such a rollercoaster, especially when each step forward is met with fear of slipping back. I've battled that worry over the last 6 years, but I've realized that celebrating the small victories is vital, even when it feels risky. It's necessary for my mental health to just feel good about where my body is at this very moment. Good days may not guarantee a smooth highway ahead, but they also don't automatically spell disaster. So I'll just navigate the twists and turns of my health journey with gratitude for every moment of joy that I can get.
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