it's real for us.

also one other wine-infused comment I would like to make is that while my husband's tendancy toward inflammatory indulgences in regards to food have been influencing me all week, today was the last straw. After crackers, cookies, pie (all of which I baked myself but still, grains = inflammation), and then mother's day brunch which included cheese and a bagel, and a sugary non-alcoholic beverage, my hip (the side that was reconstructed in 2002) sent a warning shot through my body that literally felt like a bullet tearing through my flesh it hurt so fucking bad.

chronic pain is no fucking joke and inflammation triggers are for real, for some of us.

my obsession with health food is not "orthorexia" - it is fucking survival.