Ever since my diagnosis of Hashimoto's Thyroiditis I have been living in a world of "No"s. No gluten. No dairy. No refined sugars. No night shades. No soda. No coffee. No tea. No hard workouts. No fun..

It is no wonder my psyche has taken a hit. I am glad for all of the healthy changes I have made. I am proud of perseverance and strict adherence to this new life style. I think a lot of these changes are very positive changes. It feels nice to be eating healthier. It feels good to know that I am doing all the things I am supposed to be doing to feel better. Going for walks multiple times a day. Mediating. Using the sauna. Taking all the supplement's.

Knowing all of these things are good still doesn't remove the grieving of what I've lost. And the sucky, tricky thing of healing is it is such a complex intertwining of all of our bodily systems and mind. To properly heal you must heal them all else one will bring the others back down.

So now I ask myself a tuff question. Is a night of bliss with me and some Hot and Ready™️ Little Caesars worth what it might do to my gut and all of the progress I have made there? I don't know.. but I have craved a pizza almost daily since starting this journey months ago. Especially now while I am at a low point, I just want the comfort that some cheap pizza can bring..