This is me, giving Crohn's and arthritis the finger.

So I'm fed up of not being able to do things because I'm too sore, from one or the other of Crohn's or arthritis. Absolutely fed up. So I'm giving them both the finger and saying stuff you to them both. To start my protest against them both (possibly moreso the arthritis right now), this weekend I have: cooked. Twice. Been shopping. Multiple times. Exercised! 45 minutes on the Wii, mostly boxing. I won't move tomorrow, but it'll be worth it. I have also eaten copious amounts of things that are bad for me (both weight wise and making-me-poop wise, see bolognese and burritos).

Shopping, I finally caved, admitted I'm fat (like the giant purple stretch marks weren't a give away...), and went into the shop I've not had to go into before. The plus size shop. Albeit the plus size shop with pretty things. Just one issue I have with the place (apart from not wanting to be plus size), is that it seems plus size stores assume that because you are large, you have extra money. Ie, a shirt that you could buy in a size 16 in a regular store may cost say $15 to $20. Maybe $25 at a push. Take same shirt (even same size because that's what size the clothes start at there) and put it in the plus size store, and bam! $50 thankyou. I'm not kidding! Cheapest thing I got was $50. I spent nearly $200 and walked away with a pair of jeans, a shirt, and a kaftan. Normally I would pay no more than $60 for the lot. But hey. I bit the bullet, I've admitted I'm fat, I found some clothes that I can wear at the moment while my pudge is doing the whole white rolly fat thing, and in the meantime I can work my backside off and try to get to where I want to be (a whole few sacks of potatoes lighter).

As mentioned, have also cooked this weekend. Carrot cake came out lovely. Nice and moist, tasting of cinnamon, and yeah. Quite please with first effort at one of my fave cakes. Also cooked dinner last night, a Jamie Oliver recipe titled "The best chicken and sweet leak pie with flakey pastry". Didn't turn it into a pie, left it rather as a stew (filling without the pie) as the recipe said you could, and served it with potato, pumpkin and peas, and did some puff pastry squares in the oven to go on top. Went down well, with even my brother (world title of fussy eater could be held by him) saying he liked it and I can make it again. Just as well 'cause the amount I made (one quantity, supposed to feed four) made enough for two meals for the four of us. Oops. But it was nice.

For anyone interested, the recipe is in his Jamie's Dinners book. Bloody fantastic book, well worth the buy.

Have also started knitting a scarf, much to my fingers' disgust. But I figure, they already bloody hurt (as do my hips, knees, back, etc, etc), so why the hell not? In theory, can't make them worse...

Found season three of Weeds on dvd (finally!) the other day as well, so bought it and have been getting my fix. Note: I do not promote the use of any drugs other than those prescribed by a doctor, Western or traditional. Except for, of course, my beloved Bundy rum. :) And even then, drink only in moderation people!!! Too much is bad.

Attempt at an update

Not really all that much to update here, but I'll make an effort anyway.

Went out for coffee on Saturday and enjoyed it. Two cups of the stuff had me buzzing for a while, and the company was good. Also found a really lovely shirt that could have gone okay on me (larger sizing, nice colours/pattern), but it was $70 and not on sale, so I left it there. Am vaguely thinking about going back for it though.

Saturday night I took my parents out for dinner (my brother was away). Have eaten there before, and I love it there. I've normally gone some form of chicken (their chicken is awesome!), so Saturday I tried the flathead. Some of the best fish I've had to memory. Also had garlic bread prior to the meal and promptly doped myself up on Imodium again (garlic is sadly not my friend).

I pick the most stupid times to become motivated. I mean really. Who wakes up with a shite of a head cold, muscles aching from said cold, joints aching from arthritis and goes "I'm going to clean my room today, which hasn't been done in about a year", apart from a mad woman. Stupid decided this was a good idea, and thus by early afternoon yesterday I could barely move. My back's still giving me grief, and my hips, knees and ankles and occasionally complaining too. Stupid joints. Though my room does look vaguely more organised now, despite still needing work done to finish it off.

Also ended up with a bit of the Crohn's pain last night/evening, and a bit of blood, though not as much as there used to be. Doctor won't get this info because I'm still aiming to have the Pred reduced, and I'm fairly sure this info will just make him increase it.

Sick of being fat and hairy. Really sick of it. And sick of the mental state the Pred puts me in too. Stupid stuff.

Off to see the rhumy on Thursday too. Hands are much better, though the pain does creep back a little bit occasionally. It's the rest of the joints now that are giving me problems. Barely managed the stairs this morning. Hopefully he can start the ball rolling for the Humira. Fingers crossed!