Diets are hard.

Hello, beautiful people! How is everyone today? 

I happen to be pretty goddamn cranky. Why? Why you ask? Let me tell you why...

I'm on a diet.

And apparently I'm not handling it too well. See, I'm on a diet because my chronic pain associated with endometriosis has gotten to the point where I'm really just perpetually sore and miserable. I figured that trying out the Endometriosis Diet would do me some good. So far all it's done for me is helped with digestion and made me EVER SO CRANKY. I want carbs, man! So many carbs. Omg carbs. I love carbs. 

I seriously wish this was me right now.

But no. Instead I'm at work going a little bit crazy with a growling stomach. 

See, since I've been on this diet (about a week or two now???...) I haven't noticed a reduction in pain. On the contrary... I've noticed an increase in pain. Realistically though, I carry around 28 pound bags of dog food at work and I've been moving houses, and endometriosis doesn't like lifting and physical activity, so perhaps that's why my pain has flared. I really wish I could see some progress with this diet. I've lost the tiniest bit of weight (mostly from my boobs. Fantastic). And I'm hungry. Like all the goddamn time. 

My Beloved is supportive and wonderful so he is also on this diet with me. While he doesn't have any endometriosis in his pelvis (thank god......) this diet could do him some good too. Problem is, healthy eating is expensive and doesn't leave you feeling as satisfied as, say, a steak dinner would. Ugh. I really can't express how thankful I am for my boyfriend to be on this diet with me. The support is amazing. He helps me through my moments of weakness and tears me away from the fried chicken sandwiches. Oh god. Fried chicken. Sandwiches. FOOD. I want it all. 

Hope you all have a great day and aren't as hungry as I am. 

~Captain Lakie, the Silly Mallard.