For 6 ½ years, I’ve kept this part of my health journey hidden.The things I went through, the ways I felt, and the secrets I was too ashamed to share.They affected me almost every day.

The discomfort, the pain, the embarrassment.Always there, always present, determining so much of what I could and couldn’t do.I was terrified of anyone finding out… Especially you.

I worried about what you’d think or say or do.I worried about whether you’d judge me or think less of me.I feared being called a hypocrite for sharing healthy recipes, when my body looked and acted so far from “healthy.” Yet… It feels like it’s time to pull back the curtain.

It feels like it’s time to share.Especially what I learned as a result of the past 6 ½ years.If you’re only interested in recipes, I’m not offended.

I’ll be back next week to share a brand new one.But for now… These are my secrets.This is my story.

    It all started Saturday, February 15th.The morning after the Valentine’s Day I spent alone on the sofa, waiting for my then-boyfriend to come home so I could surprise him with homemade Rice Krispie treats, feeling so sad and confused when he arrived empty handed without even a card or a bar of chocolate.The same morning I somehow managed to injure my knee somewhere along my normal 6-mile route and then couldn’t run for three months.

My body refused to function properly.It refused to poop.I assumed it was just because my period was suppose

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