Yesterday I met with my Endocrinologist to discuss my latest blood results. I didn’t really know what to expect after the New Years Eve shenanigans with the Doctor. I thought I was on the home run, medication free and feeling amazing.

To cut a long story short my secondary hypothyroidism has now been officially diagnosed as primary Hypothyroidism, a life long chronic autoimmune disease, which means I need to be back on medication. Obviously my first reaction was to burst into tears in front of the poor Doctor, who was a little taken aback and asked why I was so upset;
My reply “Because I thought I was the girl who could concur the disease”

To put it into perspective for anyone who understands, my TSH level should have been 5 or lower… mine was 95.
My Endo’s words were “off the scale, no thyroid function happening in there” 

Oh well… my hearts a little broken but nothing defeats me, I’m aware in the next few weeks I could come crashing down before I stabilise myself with the medication again, but it’s going to be ok.

I was a little unsure whether to post this photo below, however after yesterday I think it’s a good visual reminder to myself to be proud how far I’ve come.

I’ve managed to regain muscle, fat and my smile, and if I continue putting in the hard work then those 3 things and so much more are here to stay forever.

I’m almost starting to get a thrill out of life’s hiccups, it’s defining me as a person and making me learn so much about myself.