It's been a while since I've last posted anything here on Vocal. That's because I felt somewhat uninspired. Don't get me wrong, the past three or four weeks have been really good, generally speaking. I've fallen into a routine of waking up, doing my skincare routine, taking my medications and supplements, eating breakfast, meal prepping food for the next day, making my bed, and getting dressed for the day. Next, I go on the treadmill for 45 minutes, on a typical day. And then, it's time to do my breathing exercises and physio stretches before lunchtime rolls around. Afterwards, it's more stretches, more meal prepping (this time, usually food for my mom and dad), and letting the afternoon take me where it will. I love this routine! It's just that the predictability that comes with it has left me without anything new or fresh to talk about on this platform. That is—until now!
It's safe to say that by day three, I was sick and tired of eating my 24-hour urine collection diet (as I've coined it). If you don't know what I'm talking about, then I strongly advise that you go back and read my blog posts part one and part two where I provide a detailed explanation. For your benefit, however, I will briefly explain.
If you're just now tuning into my so-called "24-Hour Urine Collection Diet" series, I highly recommend checking out day one. In that blog post, I go into great detail about what the aforementioned diet is and why I need to stick to it. That said, if you aren't keen on going through the trouble of going back and reading day one, I'll give you the run-down.
In recent days, I've been doing a lot of research surrounding my condition, pelvic floor dysfunction, and its relationship to stressors on the body. This research has led me to believe that a number of factors have been playing a huge role in my condition and its progression.
If you've been following my journey, you'll know about my pelvic floor dysfunction. Likewise, you'll know that my diagnosis eventually led me to switch from vegan to vegetarian and from vegetarian to pescatarian. What you might not know is that, since contracting (though contracting isn't really the right word) pelvic floor dysfunction, my weight has plummeted. When I say plummeted, I mean in a bad way. In May of last year, just before all of my troubles started, I was 112 lbs. Even that weight is low for me. I usually tend towards 115 to 120 lbs. Starting in June, however, the number on the scale began dropping lower and lower, without me meaning for it to do so.
Writing this, I can't believe that it's March already. January and February practically flew by! It felt like, in the blink of an eye, they were gone. In those two months, a lot changed.