Last week was my birthday…

Something Conor’s said to me has kind of stuck out to me lately. I was lamenting on how I can’t eat sugar without feeling terrible like I could 10 years ago and it’s so unfair, etc. Conor said simply that I’m getting older.

I’m still super young, but even the differences in the last decade have made me look at my future with more dedication. I want to be as youthful as possible. And I’m not just talking about my skin glow. I want to have energy and health. I want to have mobility and strength. I want to be the opposite of bitter.

About 4 months ago, I was diagnosed with PCOS. Fortunately for me, I don’t look like the typical PCOS patient, as in I’m not overweight. Having PCOS comes with some immediate problems (having a baby) and future problems. I’m at a higher risk for diabetes and I’ll always need to take hormones, otherwise I’ll get cancer. Those are big things! And I don’t want either. I know I’m on a very healthy path… I exercise lots, and I eat well(ish), but there’s always room for improvement.

Everyone has their hard “things” in life. This is one of mine.

I’m grateful for my life. And I’m grateful for my emotional experiences. They make me human. And somehow, even the pain makes my life rich and beautiful.

Some photos of me with my favorite people ever.