I just have to make it through work today and then the trek to Vermont begins. Tonight is the easy part of the drive, heading to Wilkes-Barre to stay at my parents’ and shave a fraction of the time of the drive. Originally, the plan was to have drinks and dinner with my parents, but they made other plans instead. Oh okay, then. (#blacksheepofthefamily) However, I believe things worked out for the best because that means I may get to hang out with Alexis and Justin tonight, while drinking my parents’ alcohol.

Okay, let’s backtrack. I’m getting ahead of myself here. Crossfit has been killer this week. The past three workouts have left me completely wrecked. Yesterday’s was no different.

WOD
“The Seven”
Seven Rounds of:
7 Handstand push-ups
7 Thrusters (135/95)(Scale: 60% of Push Press)
7 Knees to elbows
7 Deadlifts (245/170)(Scale: 60%)
7 Burpees
7 Kettlebell swings (2/1.5)
7 Pull-ups
Then…

1 Mile run
*Scaling will be available, of course. Use 1 mile run as a cool down.

And scale I did indeed. Handstand pushups became regular pushups, thrusters were done with 55 pounds, knees to elbows were v-ups, deadlifts were 135 pounds, kettlebell swings were 12 kilograms and pull ups were done with a band. I distinctly remember- in maybe the 5th or 6th round- staring at my kettlebell and thinking “I can’t do this anymore.” My heart was pounding like crazy, I was dizzy, and sweat had saturated my shorts and tank top so badly, it looked like I had jumped into a swimming pool. But I finished. I had to. There isn’t another option. 27:37. And then I ran probably the slowest mile I have ever ran in my life, just praying for my legs not to crap out. They didn’t- they certainly weren’t happy and I stopped to stretch out those mean calves of mine, but I made it through. What a workout.

Ain’t it the truth

On that note, I’m going to try and not be anal about working out on this trip. I’m packing running clothes and dumbbells, but I want to have a good time and try not to stress too much (sort of like how I was in OCMD last year. I plan to work out, but not two hours every day). Although we are both very Type-A, we haven’t gone crazy with planning for this. We have a vague outline of what we want to do, but we don’t have it narrowed down to a detailed itinerary of 15-minute increments. We should arrive in Burlington in the early afternoon, we’ll get settled, pick up some groceries and make dinner and probably head to a bar for a drink or two. On Saturday, I’d really love to go for a run, and then we’ll spend some time hiking before checking out some breweries and wineries. That night is our “nice” dinner night- weirdly enough, we sent each other the same restaurant to look at, ha. On Sunday, we’ll putz around for a bit (hopefully in my Brooks first) and then leave for New York in the late afternoon (we’re staying there to help break up the ride home). On Monday, we’ll spend most of the day driving back to Harrisburg. Boo.

With that being said, have a fantastic Memorial Day weekend, and if you have any recommendations for Burlington, please share! I’ll be back here Tuesday.

Happy Hump Day. Have I mentioned how much I adore a short week? This is lovely. Yesterday started off pretty awesomely. We pretty much had two workouts as our WOD. It was really hard, but in a good way. Prior to our WOD, we did some teamwork of rowing, power cleans and burpees. Between Monday and Tuesday, I am pretty sure I did well over 100 burpees. Let’s take a break from those, k?

WOD

“Annie”
50-40-30-20-10
Double Unders*
Sit-Ups
*Scale for Double Unders are mini “box” jumps. Stack two 45 pound plates on top of each other. No singles allowed.

Then, after resting 1:1 for the first WOD, do:
For Time:
50 Russian Kettlebell Swings
1000m Row
50 Ground to Overhead with matching dumbbells

*Record time for both workouts, and weight of KB and Dumbbells.

I’ve mentioned it before, but I cannot do a double under (“A double under is a popular exercise done on a jump rope in which the rope makes two passes per jump instead of just one. It is significantly more effective than a single rope pass in that it allows for higher work capacity”, according to Wiki). I was a little embarrassed and thought that I’d be the only one scaling, but it turns out that nearly everyone had to scale (except maybe two guys). I finished the first part (Annie) in 7:02, so I was able to rest for seven minutes before the second part. I managed to get through that workout with no breaks, but I think it helped mentally that it was a descending workout and not ascending (50 hops, 50 sit ups, 40 hops, 40 situps, etc.). The second part of this workout was definitely harder. I used a 16 kg kettlebell and did 50 unbroken, my 1000 meter row was more of a float down the river, and the 15 pound dumbbells I used made for some very tired arms. That workout took me 10:57. I usually leave the box feeling like I had a good workout, but it was especially true today.

I had a pretty crazy day yesterday, after crossfit, I rushed to the polls to vote, then worked, took a swimming break over lunch, worked all afternoon, swam a few more laps (couldn’t hit my normal quota due to my appointment. Oh well), then headed to my physical therapy appointment. The verdict?

I have weak ankles. It’s not a quick fix (i.e. a week), but it’s also not the end of the world. Yet. I really like my new physical therapist. He spent the whole hour one-on-one with me and sometimes got a little up close and personal.  I have a list of exercises to do, and have to meet with him weekly to catch up. Obviously, this isn’t super ideal, but I am just glad that I may be on the road to recovery. I am just glad that someone thinks they know what is wrong, as opposed to all of the confused reactions I have seen.

Now, if only we could find the cause to my stomach woes. Anyone?

My hairdryer died yesterday while I was frantically trying to get ready for work, and although a slew of expletives came out of my mouth (I really have no extra time this week to run out and buy a new hairdryer and tit’s something I use daily), I have to praise the internet, because I realized, duh! I can have one delivered to me. Thanks Amazon. I just hope it comes sooner rather than later (I am way too cheap to pay for extra shipping) because I really need a hairdryer.

Before the untimely death of my hairdryer, I had my ass handed to me. Per usual.
Skill/Strength
EMOM (each minute on the minute for) 20
Odd:
3 Power Cleans (60 pounds for me)

Even:
6 burpees

Eh, this was boring; there was way too much downtime. And burpees just suck.

 WOD
3 rounds for time:
800m run (row if raining)
50 Wallballs

Death, death, death. 150 wallballs…. are you kidding me?! And running? My first 800 felt great, the last two not so much. I am sure all the wallballs contributed to that, and plus I was trying to sprint with no warm-up, so probably not my smartest decision. I used 10 pounds for the wallballs, I know I can (and have) use a heavier ball, but 150 of them is a bit much. I tried to break the wallballs up into 20-15-15, and that worked for the first two rounds, but the last round, I had to take more breaks. It was just really hard. I finished in 19:29.

So, today I’m meeting with a NEW physical therapist to see if he can determine why my calves have been ridiculously tight for a good portion of the last four months. How much money have I spent on running injuries over the years? It makes me physically ill to think about, so I won’t. At this point, I’ve consulted with coaches, an orthopedic doctor, a nutritionist and a sports massage therapist. Everyone is perplexed. I am not entirely convinced this man will be the miracle-worker, but I guess we’ll see.

And finally, last night, I dragged myself to spinning  with Cass and Sloane again. Oh good god, its just so boring. I’m sure that attending one spinning class a week will adequately prepare me for tri season.

I wish I had twizzlers

Ah, so many good things from this weekend! On Friday, I was absolutely thrilled to receive this in the mail.

To say I am ecstatic to be a part of this wedding is an understatement. Jillian has been one of my best friends since freshman year of high school, and I’ve known Ray since grade school when his family moved a house over from mine. They are getting married next May. I am so excited!

From weddings to…. beer! On Friday night, Tim and I hit a little bit of traffic, but we got to Media around 8. We had some drinks on the deck, then Carter and Adrienne pulled out this.

We had so much fun playing. We filled most of the shot glasses with beer or wine or cider so we didn’t die. Tim and I ended up winning!

We stayed up for a bit longer, but everyone was pretty tired, so it wasn’t too wild. A few rounds of Cards Against Humanity did get played.

Tim and I forgot to shut the blinds in our room, so I was wide awake at 7 a.m. I took advantage of the time, and drove over to Ridley Creek State Park. After getting slightly lost, I finally found myself on the 4.3 mile loop. We had run there when we went to visit in November and I remember it being “sort of hilly”. Tim kept insisting it was “really bad”. He wins, the hills absolutely destroyed me. They just never stopped. Up, down, up, down, up, down.

Hard to tell here, but this was SO long and steep

Originally, I had ambitiously planned to run four laps but I cut it down to three and change. My legs were not happy. I think this was hard because mentally, for each loop, I knew what was coming and I knew it wasn’t going to get easier. This run was certainly humbling.

Anyway, I stumbled back to their house, and then a whole crew (Tim, me, Carter, Adrienne, Vin, Lloyd, Holly and Matty) of us walked the mile to the Brandywine Valley Craft Brewers Fest. I stuck to the fruity beers.

Oh, so this is funny. Tim had told me we’d just eat there (it went from 1-5), and they had good fries, so I planned to do that. However, when we got there, the only food they had was meat. Literally. Chicken, pork, burgers and sausage. Oh. Well I guess it’s good that I ran 13 of the hardest miles of my life and the only thing I had eaten was a larabar pre-run and a banana and some nuts after (I have a hard time eating right after after a longer run). And now I was supposed to drink all afternoon. Tim saved the day and asked the people running the food for a bun and some cheese and they happily gave it to us free of charge. Phew! Also, one of the guys at the brewery I kept frequenting told me, “I am not hitting on you, but you have very nice and defined arms.” I have to admit, it was nice to hear that because I feel like my arms have gotten so bulky and manly since I started lifting things. I’m pretty self conscious about it.

Anyway, the festival FLEW by. I really enjoyed myself and everyone was so friendly. We walked back and absolutely feasted. All that beer + all that food = someone needed a nap at 6 p.m. I felt a million times better after that. Carter’s sister and her boyfriend joined us, we played some more CAH, then for some reason, we went to this dive bar, Jack’s. And then for some reason, we did fireball shots.

We called it a night around 1. So yes, basically 12 hours of food and booze.

Shockingly, no one felt too great the next morning. I went for a six (ish) mile run around 2. I was really dehydrated (also shocking), and my legs were like Dude, remember yesterday, let’s chill.  Tim and I packed up, said goodbye, stopped by Trader Joe’s (out of almond butter, what the hell?), and got home around 2. I wasn’t thrilled about the state of my apartment bathroom when I got home, so I took it out on a nice flat run. It’s amazing how much better five miles made me feel. God, I love running. My brother ran his longest distance ever (10 miles) yesterday. I’m so proud and I love that he texts me about it. We’ve never been particularly close (probably because he was cool in high school and I was weird), so I am glad we have things to talk about now.

I spent the rest of the day doing what I always do on Sundays, cook, clean, errands, laundry, etc.  and then watched Freaks and Geeks at Tim’s. This is a short week for me, I am off Friday to go to Vermont! Ah, so excited!

And I am already running late this morning and my hairdryer just died. AWESOME.

Friday, thanks so much for showing up.

As I had anticipated, my meeting with my nutritionist yesterday was pointless. I don’t really feel any better, and though I most certainly didn’t eat a strict FODMAPs diet over the past two weeks, I still was pretty diligent about it. I guess I just feel like even when I eat super healthy, I still feel like shit, so why don’t I at least eat pizza sometimes? Also, cutting out diet soda was a major fail this week as well. I am SPINELESS, what can I say?! I just love it.

Well, I was supposed to be running a marathon this weekend. I think it’s safe to assume that ain’t happening. I actually registered for this race in the beginning of 2012, and then womp, womp, stress fracture, so they kindly let me defer to 2013. Last month, I received an email from organizers offering runners the chance to defer until 2014 because of a course change, so of course, I deferred again. Will I really run it in 2014? Time will tell. My real goal is to run Boston next year, but I’m not sure if my BQ will get me in with the sudden peaked interest. Also, I am 0-3 for staying uninjured in the spring, so that’s swell. Speaking of running, I have an appointment with the new physical therapist on Tuesday night. I filled out some forms for him yesterday and as I was circling pain areas on a body on the paper, I couldn’t help but laugh. How many of these have I filled out in the past three years? It has to be dozens.

Just the calves this time!

Tonight, I’m headed off to Media the weekend for the Brandywine Valley Craft Brewers Festival. I am not particularly excited about it because I don’t particularly enjoy beer, but sometimes in relationships you have to make sacrifices and compromise. Or something. The only thing I have asked for is to go running Saturday and Sunday and go to Trader Joe’s. I am easily pleased, what can I say?

Last night, I tried to run. It went okay. The first and last miles were pretty bad, my calves were in agony and I had to stop roughly 187 times. But the middle three miles were okay, so I guess we’ll call it neutral? Just as long as I get some miles in this weekend. Please running gods, feel me.

Ah, Thursday, what a tease you are. So close to the weekend, just… not…. quite… there. I’m meeting with my nutritionist today again during lunch. I have completely given up any sort of hope, and am more annoyed that I wasted money on this whole thing. You live, you learn. Recently, two good friends (at separate times) suggested to me that perhaps my anxiety is causing some (if not all) of my stomach distress. I obviously don’t know this for a fact, but they may be right. I have terrible anxiety about well, everything and I will totally admit that I have food issues, as I think most females (and some males) do as well. I don’t think they are terribly severe or anything, but I do find myself having some stress about it. I know some of it comes from Tim, and his perfect paleo eating (he very rarely eats non-paleo), because he will comment on my food choices. Not all the time, but frequently enough that I second-guess everything I put in my mouth in front of him. With my friends, they often comment on how much I eat, which I know probably seems like a lot, but I train pretty hard (usually a minimum of two hours a day), and I know I need food to keep myself going. A few weekends ago, on two different occasions, people made comments about how much I ate and it really bothered me. I mean, I don’t comment on what anyone else is eating, why do people think it’s okay to say OMG I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU ATE ALL THAT? Don’t get me wrong, I most certainly will comment when someone is drinking too much, but I don’t know, commenting on someone’s eating habits just rubs me the wrong way. Anyway, perhaps this anxiety is related to my stomach issues. Who knows? Not me.

I love stock photos

Well, that was a tangent. I don’t know why I think it’s okay to spill my guts to the internet. ANYWAY. Yesterday, I got a new deadlift PR. Only five pounds, still not lifting anything heavy enough to be bragging about, but it’s always fun to go a little bit further than you could before. 180 pounds was my 1RM yesterday.

Strength
1RM Deadlift

This is a deadlift

Skill
Partner A – 15 Wallballs
Partner B – Pushups
Russian Kettlebell Swings
Lunges
Inchworm

Partner A does 15 wallballs, while Partner B does pushups for that time, then they switch. Then Partner A does wallballs, while Partner B swings some kettlebells, then switch. Get it? Got it? Good. I hate wallballs.

This is wallballing

WOD
AMRAP 9:
12 KB Cleans (heavy)
12 Goblet Squats
12 Weighted Situps

This is a kettlebell clean

This is a goblet squat

I loved this WOD! I love kettlebells. I thought the workout was hard, but fun. I got through five full rounds and 12 goblet squats in the 9 minutes. I’m starting to wish I went to crossfit every morning. I love having my workouts handed to me. And I don’t ever get bored. Swimming sometimes puts me to sleep.

That’s all I got. Thirsty Thursday?

Yesterday, I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. I don’t know what was wrong, but as soon as my eyes opened, I was in a terrible mood. I guess I should have just stayed in bed, because my mood didn’t get in better. I just felt like I was in such a funk all day, hating myself and everyone around me. But what can you do?

Oy. Anyway, I was the only girl in the regular crossfit yesterday (all the other girls did crossfit endurance. Hey, remember when…? Okay, I’ll stop. For now.), so I felt slightly out of my element. Overall, I thought the workout was underwhelming.

Skill/Strength

Find your 1rm Push Press, Push Jerk, or Split Jerk.

This is a push press

I accidentally got a 1RM for push press. I thought my 1RM was 85 pounds so I was becoming increasingly frustrated when I struggled with that weight. After about ten tries, I finally got it… only to check my stats and realize my previous 1RM was 70 pounds. Whoops!

WOD

“Death by 10 Meters”

Each minute on the minute, you will run 10 meters more than the previous minute until you cannot complete the required distance to move on.

This was me, minus the boat and add hair

If I was in a good place with my running, this would have been awesome. Sadly, I am only in a “eh” place, so it was just “eh”. My calves cooperated for most of the sprints, but as the rest time decreased, the tightness in my legs increased and I was unable to stretch and thus hold a decent pace. I held on with two of the guys, and we all made it through 21 rounds, failing on the 22nd. Ah well. Next time. I emailed a new physical therapist yesterday to see if he could help me. At this point, what’s another doctor’s bill? I really liked my old physical therapist, but his office is 30 minutes each way, and I just can’t do that right now. This guy has late hours, and his office is closer, so maybe he can work some miracles. At this point, I have lost what little optimism I once had. And I woke up in the middle of the night last night with a twinge in my knee?? I have no idea where it came from, but thanks for adding to my list of worries!

Lyon, me, Alex, Linds and Sean

On a final note… This past weekend was my five-year anniversary of graduating from college, which seems insane to me. I remember going to homecoming the year after I graduated and seeing the five-year people and thinking “Shouldn’t they have their lives together and not be drunk eating pizza in IT at 5 p.m.?” Hm, I was wrong. Regardless, our reunion is at homecoming in October, and we just booked ourselves a room yesterday. I am really looking forward to it. We’re spread out on the east coast, so we don’t get to see each other as frequently as we’d like. I can’t wait to be drunk eating pizza at 5 p.m.

While Monday is definitely my least favorite day of the week, I do like the idea of a fresh start with a new week. On that note, yesterday began my umpteenth attempt at trying to cut back on diet coke. Man, this is hard. Anyway before I was even thinking of diet coke, I crawled out of bed and headed to crossfit. We did sort of a mini WOD for the skill portion.

200 meter row
3 wall walks
10 push presses
15 jumping squats
10 push presses
15 jumping squats
5 thrusters (empty bar)
5 thrusters (WOD weight)
200 meter row

This is a thruster

The reason the earlier part of class was pretty light was due to the WOD. In crossfit, there is a list of workouts (all given female names) that are “benchmark WODs”. These WODs are used by boxes everywhere, and thus universally known. They are also good for tracking your progress, as most boxes tend to do them every so often.

WOD
“Fran”
21-15-9
Thrusters (95/65)
Pullups

I was NOT looking forward to this. Pullups are definitely my weakest area, and even with a band, I really struggled, sometimes only getting two reps in before having to stop. I used 50 pounds for my thrusters and managed to get through each round unbroken for them. I finished in 7:11. Needless to say, I won’t be participating in any crossfit competitions anytime soon. I have to admit, I think crossfit and running have totally spoiled me. I went to spinning last night with Cass and Sloane and I was SO BORED. I stared at the clock the entire time. I don’t know how I used to spin 5+ days a week.

Anyway, before crossfit, I dropped off two overflowing bags of donations to one of those donation drop boxes (of course, one bag broke and my former belongings were suddenly strewn across a diner parking lot). It is SUCH a good feeling to get rid of extra clutter. I am not much of a hoarder to begin with, but I think we could all stand to get rid of excess crap. I will admit that there is always stuff I can’t bear to part with- Hanson memorabilia from 1997, Lifer stuff, t-shirts from high school that make me nostalgic, etc.

Totally have this

As much as I tried to be in a good mood yesterday, after harassing my doctor’s office, they finally called me back and told me they won’t do any of the tests the nutritionist recommended because they don’t think it’s necessary. I almost cried at my desk. Can someone just figure out what’s wrong with me? Thanks. And my student loan payments really will be $350 a month. And then I weighed myself today and I am Fatty McFatterson. I give up.

Hey spring, where did you go? Why is it currently only 35 degrees out? No thanks. Anyway….

Friday

Tim and I went for drinks at Home 231, before heading to Zembie’s to meet a few friends, then ended the evening at Anthony’s.

Mango Mai Tai at Home

It was raining and crummy out, so we didn’t stay out too late. Plus, someone got a little drunk, whoops, and just wanted to go to bed.

Saturday

Saturday began with 15 miles. It was SO humid out- not that I am complaining, I am so unbelievably grateful to be able to run, and not be stuck in a gym/pool. The air was just really thick, it was hard to breathe. And then, seven miles in, it started POURING. It actually felt good, since my body felt so overheated. I could have sworn that the rain was sizzling when it hit my skin because I was so hot. I was totally drenched and actually had to strip down to my sports bra for the last three miles. I never do this, I HATE doing this (my abs are what Jillian Michaels would call my “trouble zone”), but my clothes just felt so heavy and wet. I felt a million times better after shedding the extra layer. Sorry to anyone who had to see that.

Anyway, after I finished my run, I had to get ready quickly, because it was time for the home tour! Tim had won tickets, so that was an added bonus. Tim ended up being stuck at work, so Liz picked me up, and we went to registration with Shelley, Lauren, Steve, Chris and Jamie. I couldn’t believe how much fun I had!

Don’t get me wrong, I had expected a good time, but I really enjoyed myself. All the stops had food and booze, and I loved seeing all the different places. Luckily, the weather had cleared up, and it was a gorgeous day to spend walking around town. The skies got nasty toward the end of the afternoon and we barely missed a downpour before the after party, but we got lucky.

Comparing wounds (he started it!)

Sadly, my stomach totally wigged out, and I had to leave early. I was so disappointed because I was having such a great time. I began the mile walk home and threw up a bunch, and had to keep stopping and sitting on curbs because I had such strong stomach pains. Awesome, totally normal. (For the record, I didn’t drink enough or eat that poorly to warrant this - it’s not like I had 17 beers and a large pizza with Mexican food and ice cream.)

I came home, and just crawled into bed and laid there in the fetal position and fell asleep for a little. I was totally dead - missed three calls from Tim. I woke up after about an hour and felt a lot better. I don’t know what happened, it wasn’t fun though.  Tim had worked all day, so he just wanted to come veg out. We watched Wall-E and went to bed pretty early. I’m still really bummed that I wasn’t able to stay out. Ugh.

Sunday

I didn’t feel too terribly Sunday morning (now that’s something I am not used to), so I ran ten miles in strong winds. I thought I was going to end up in Oz. I spent the rest of the day running errands (need new comforter and having no luck!) and cooking, cleaning, blah, blah, blah. Then, I got an email about my student loan payments, so I cried and cleaned out my closet. Grad school… talk about poor decisions.

So many running shoe inserts. Byeeee

And, here we go again.

Guys, something pretty awesome happened last night. I brought my running stuff to work, but I was cautious. I mentally prepared myself that I may not be able to run, and that instead I could go to spin class or just go home and relax. After all, I tried to meet Steve two Thursdays ago to run and I couldn’t even run a quarter of a mile. Anyway, as soon as my computer said 5:00 p.m., I was out the door, already dressed to go. I was prepared, I had money in my spibelt in case it didn’t work out and I would have to buy a water to go to spin class at the gym. But? It worked. Somehow. It wasn’t perfect by any means, in fact, the first mile required three stretching breaks. But I ran five miles total, and after the first mile, I only had to stop two more times…. that’s unheard of.

And some old man I passed told me I was “really fast”. Okay, let’s not go that far. But WOW. I was on cloud 9 when I got home. I have to admit, I haven’t had the greatest habits lately. I’ve been stressed about work, and so unbelievably depressed about not running that I’ve been drinking too much. Not getting black-out drunk or anything, but definitely having a “drink with dinner” way more than I should. I did have a partner in crime for this, but I shall let said person remain anonymous. What can I say? We enable each other. However, last night? The thought didn’t even cross my mind. I ate dinner, did laundry and dishes and laid in bed and read Real Simple. I was just so… happy. Please let me be on the road to recovery, please, please please. I switched my shoes at crossfit from ones with 00 drop to 04 drop, and I think/hope that’s it? Please!!!!

My favorite, always.

Anyway, TGIF!

Like I said last week, I feel like my days go so fast, but the weeks seem to drag? Then again, it’s already the tenth day of May… and this is my last weekend in town for a while (Media next weekend for a beer fest, Vermont for Memorial Day, and Wilkes-Barre the weekend after for Jill and Ray’s engagement party). I don’t have many plans; as I know most people are going home for Mother’s Day. Tonight is errands followed by planning for Vermont. Did I mention I’m super excited for that trip?! Hopefully, I’ll kick off Saturday with some miles and then head to the home tour with some friends. I’ll spend Mother’s Day in my Brooks (hopefully, again!) – I sent my mother a card and gift, don’t judge.

So, what else? My first week on FODMAPS has been… meh? I don’t really feel any different, still feel bloated all the time and still having stomach issues. I know it’s not a miracle cure, and that it won’t fix anything this quickly, but I had hoped I’d feel a little better by now. Last night was pretty bad, I was up for way too long feeling like I was being stabbed in the gut. I’m still pretty frustrated with everything.  My nutritionist wants me to be tested for B12 deficiency, Vitamin D deficiency and Celiac disease? I put a call into my doctor, but to be honest, I’ve looked into all those things, and I don’t believe I suffer from any of them. I can be hypochondriac too, so for me to go through a list like “nope, nope, not really, eh sorta” as I read through symptoms doesn’t lead me to believe I have any of the suggested problems. Alas, I will go, just to rule them out. Also, I am 99.99999% sure that I don’t have Celiac’s.

I mean I’ve been eating pizza and grilled cheese for 27 years.

SORRY I AM STILL IN SUCH A GOOD MOOD FROM LAST NIGHT I HAVE TO TYPE IN CAPS.

Please don’t be a fluke.