Italian chicken with noodles and baked asparagus? Yes please. Thankfully, today was a day that food actually smelled good to me. To eat, any other day, means to feel the fireball fill my stomach which brings with it an overwhelming sense of nausea… It’s hit or miss really. So score! Bailey – 1, Autoimmune nonsense- 0. I’ll take it while I have it! Cooking, laundry, cleaning, and errands have become my norm since becoming astoundingly aware that a paying job is eventually too wearing on my intolerant body. Good blessings to me! I have a husband (who I’m more proud of than I could voice) and 4 loving fur children that fill my internal emptiness with warming love and pride.

Lucky me. 🙂


Owning our story and loving ourselves through this process is the bravest thing we will ever do.

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