When living with a chronic or terminal disease you have to talk about it a lot! I lived at the doctor’s office, I lived in hospitals, the dialogue was always about my disease. That eventually bled into all of my conversations with family, friends, people I had just met, etc. Two things happen, in my opinion, you get so used to talking about your disease that it just becomes natural to talk about it, and you become addicted. Just as someone gets addicted to a drug, or trauma, you become addicted to your “disease.” My disease, Lupus, became my crutch and excuse for everything, for all my problems. It was the reason I couldn’t do this or that, it was the reason I was a certain way, or acted a certain way…but it wasn’t. I was swimming in my own sorrow. Of course my disease is limiting, there truly were and are certain things I cannot do, but where did I draw the line… I didn’t.
Boredom, it happens to all of us. I know boredom well, very well. I am not completely satisfied by a meal unless there are several delicious options on my plate to satisfy my palate. My fashion style changes every few days. I love something one day and never want to wear it again, well at least for the next few months or so. I used to change the color of my hair constantly. When my hair was short I wanted it to be long and as soon as it was long I’d chop it all off again. My interest in exercise is no different.