Before MS showed up and changed my life, I used to do a lot of things. One of my favorite things was baking. I used to bake all the time. Seriously. I was one of those people who went to Costco, the bulk food heaven on earth, and bought the ginormous bags of flour, sugar, and chocolate chips.
I remember one time, as we were leaving Costco with my baking purchases, the guy at the door who checks your receipt said "Oh, you have a lot of baking stuff. You must have a baking business." I smiled politely and said "Nope, I'm just one of those people who is contributing to the ever growing obesity population in the country." Then I took my reciept, left the man standing there with a blank look on his face, and pushed my cart full of baking goods to the car.
Since the MS monster decided to show it's ugly face, one of my main problems has been fatigue. I've had months pass the I don't remember because I slept through them. Almost literally.
Today, I decided that I was no longer going to cower in the face of the monster. I was going to bake something if it killed me! I figured it wouldn't hurt me since i've lost almost 100 lbs. because of the meds the doctor has me on. I want a homemade cookie damnitt!
That's what I did too. I baked almost three dozen chocolate chip cookies. Remember the kind your mom or grandmother used to make that you knew you couldn't buy in any store because these were made with love? That's the ones I made.
So, I did it. I'm exhausted now, but I did it. The way I look at it is, sometimes, you've just got to do it, even if the only reason you've got is spite.