Starting a fight with Fibro

I have been living with my Fibro diagnosis for a while now. Struggling to ignore my new reality, trying desperately to hold on to who I was before this stupid disease snuck it's way into my life.

Before my diagnosis, I was an avid runner, and a Martial Artist. I was trying to loose weight, and was making progress.

Since my diagnosis, it has gotten harder and harder to maintain a fitness schedule. I have a half marathon on my schedule in May. I have not been able to even finish week one of my training plan yet. I had just started adding in swimming to my schedule, but now, I haven't been able to do more than the bare minimum for weeks.

Part of this is because I am off my medication. We're trying to have a second child, and that requires me to be off my medication. I am definitely feeling the effects of not having my medication.

I am up in weight from where I started. I'm staring down the barrel of the dreaded 200, hovering right around 190 most of the time. As a relatively small framed woman, I'm 5'3" tall, this amount of weight is awful.

I'm sure it's contributing to my symptoms. Making movement harder and putting more stress on my body, but it's so hard to get any exercise when most days, just going up and down the stairs is too much for me.

The worst part is feeling like I can't talk about any of it, without sounding like a whiner. Other than the weight gain, I don't "Look Sick." I know, it could be so much worse, my Mother has M.S. so I know how bad it can be. Most days I get at least half the day of activity, but man, I am so sick of being out of shape.

So I'm going to keep this blog, and try to chronicle everything that I do to try to get my life back.

Fibro has me down, but I'm a fighter by nature.

I'm not done fighting yet.