Dancing in the Kitchen

Hey guys and gals!

Pie here. Last semester I wrote a paper about the “storm in my life” for my theology course. I bet you can imagine what I wrote about! But if you are new here, or do not know, I talk about my battle with Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome. I have grown up in a family that is religious. But please know that I am not trying to shove religion down anyones throats. This is just my own story and I wanted to share it with you. I wrote it for my theology class, that’s the reason for all of random quotes XD they were a part of our assignment. Hope you enjoy it, I really liked this assignment ❤

Dancing in the Kitchen

Robert Ellsberg once wrote, “A peacemaker prays. Prayer is the beginning and the end, the source and the fruit, the core and the content, the basis and the goal of all peacemaking (Ellsberg, 153).” I believe that we need to have blind faith through prayer. The problem is that we live in a day in age that people rely so heavily upon themselves, while forgetting to look towards God. We focus on what we believe measures our self worth such as, the worldly possessions that we value, but those will not last. Things such as money, status, and health are temporary and can be easily lost. We need to let God work though us, and help us to let go of our desperate need to control our lives. It amazes me how little control we actually have in this world. When I lost my control I was led to God. My spirituality and prayers were the core and foundation that protected me from the tribulations in my life. They were there for me in the beginning and I can be sure they will be there until the end. In the darkest time in my life I was immersed in a sea of prayers, those of my own, my family, friends, and strangers as well. One always knows they are lost in a storm when strangers are praying for their safety back to shore. I am desperately thankful that the strangers, friends, and family in my life that never gave up on me because, without knowing it, I needed them.

In the fall of 2004 I was a vivacious ten-year old with a big personality and bleached blonde hair. I had just transferred to a Christian elementary school, which scared me at first, but soon I came to realize how happy the school made me. This school taught me how to actively live through my Christian faith on a day-to-day basis. Which is a lesson I have carried with me for my entire life. Dauntingly, I had no way of knowing that I was a few months away from the storm of my life. My storm started, as many do, with a few raindrops. My body’s immune system was struggling to fight off viruses and I found myself sick every couple of weeks. With every stomach bug, flu, or cold, my body would not fully heal and soon I felt as though I was sick every day. My once blonde hair changed to brown and I felt like I was slowly losing my identity. I did not know who I was after everything I had know was stripped from my life. I was not sick everyday with a cold per se, but suddenly my well of energy had run dry. I spent the majority of my days lying on the couch, watching television. By the time I started fifth grade the energetic ten year old I had once been, had deserted me, and I was left with a new person who I did not recognize, but at the same time, was all I had left.

My memories from my eleventh year are blurred. I remember taking a nap every day, going to school three times a week (if it were a good week), listening to books on tape, and last but not least, going to doctor’s offices. In the past ten years my veins have run dry from every vile taken and my throat closed to every pill swallowed. The blood results were without fail perfect, and on paper I was a healthy little girl. I was so desperate for a diagnosis that I would pray for the test results to come back positive. My sickness was grueling for me, but much harder on my family. My parents worked tirelessly to discover a cure. I went to the finest hospitals and spoke with the greatest doctors in the country and finally, I was diagnosed with chronic fatigue. Fatigue means tired and chronic translates to all of the time. It was not a true diagnosis, just a title for the unknown. Soon doctors would turn me away because they too, could not see the cause of my storm. I was not diagnosed with Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome until I was a freshman in highschool.

Looking back, my Mom ensured I never fell into depression. She made sure every week I would have something small to look forward to. We watched comedies, made delicious food, did science experiments with my neighbors, read funny books, and most importantly we laughed. My childhood was never deprived of laughter and that was the best medicine. I think that is what God wants for me, a life of laughter and letting go of control. On my hardest days my Mom would be in the kitchen and she would pull me in and dance with me. I would rest my weary body against hers and she would sing to me and spin me around. She taught me to see happiness in my suffering and hope in my recovery. My life storm relates back to my theology class because they both have taught me how to live life to the fullest and how to remain thankful. My mom gave me peace just like when Jesus bid farewell to his beloved apostles he said, “Peace I leave to you, my own peace I give to you; a peace the world cannot give, this is my gift to you (Ellsberg).” It is challenging to find peace within a storm but I have found, if one looks long enough, it is possible.

Dancing with my Mom in the kitchen was more powerful than any diagnosis. Laughter brought me peace and simultaneously destroyed my self-pity. I wanted to choose a path that did not lead to a loss of hope. My life’s peace remained fairly strong throughout the lifespan of my storm but I vividly recall three moments where my hope was shaken. Each time was almost identical to the other where I stood in my sister and my bedroom, sobbing and begging God to heal me. I asked him why this was happening to my family and why I had to watch their hearts be broken. I felt guilty that my pain had become their pain, and my burden was theirs to carry. It is much easier to feel pain inflicted upon yourself, than to see your own pain reflected through the eyes of the people you love. Despite my frustration, I always felt God’s innate calming presence in our conversations, which is something Teasedale would describe as the “quieting of emotions”(Teasdale, 24). My struggle left me with two choices, to either turn my back on God, or to walk with him.

My illness instilled a blind faith in my heart. I truly believe that suffering is one of life’s greatest teachers. My path relates to those in Modern Spiritual Masters, because my storm led me to God just like, Mother Teresa, Thomas Merton, and Henri Nouwen. Mother Teresa found her blind faith through prayer and she said that, “Work cannot substitute prayer. Nevertheless, we can learn to make work a prayer…by doing our work with Jesus and for Jesus. (Ellsberg, 27).” Mother Teresa has taught me that I feel closest to God, not when I am helping myself, but when I am focusing on others. For the duration of my illness my family kept me strong and humble and I was reminded that many children were suffering more greatly that I could imagine.

I lived with this severe illness well into my high school years and looking back I cannot imagine the person I would be without the conflicts I have faced. I can now be a support system to the people around me and finally start thanking God for all of the angels he has sprinkled throughout my life. A wise woman named Wangari Maathai once described, a hummingbird putting out a fire with one drop of water at a time, she explained that one drop may seem insignificant, but the small bird is just doing the best it can. When we are put up against trials such as these, it is our duty to try and put out the fire whether it is our friend’s demon or our own. We can alleviate their pain by just being there to comfort them in their time of need. I cannot express in full the importance our actions have on people. Without my Mother, Father, family, friends, and even, strangers I would never be where I am today. (Maatihai)

The best words I can use to describe what my storm has taught me are not my own, they come from Robert Ellsberg, and through my class readings his words ring in my ears and overpower all of the other voices. I want to live life through this phrase, “Make sure that you let God’s grace work in your souls by accepting whatever he gives you, and giving him whatever he takes from you. True holiness consists in doing God’s will with a smile (Ellsberg, 33)”. Life may have given me an illness that seemed unbearable at times but I am proud of how I handled it. If I have learned anything from my life, it is to not take things for granted like I once, did in years past. The teachings of this class have shown me that kindness of a neighbor can go much further than self pity, and we become who we are meant to be by building each other up. Gandhi told us that our values become our destiny; therefore, we can never be who we are meant to be, without helping our neighbors become who they are destined to be.

Thanks for reading! Have a wonderful rest of your day ❤

Pie

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What Am I Going To Do?

Hi guys, it is Pie! I wrote this post a couple years ago back when I was in high school. I stumbled across this little gem while I was looking through some blog posts that I never finished. Hope you enjoy it ❤

 

You know that feeling? That sick indescribable feeling when your heart sinks into your stomach and a thought flashes through your mind, “What am I going to do?” It happens a lot doesn’t it, especially on a truly awful day. It normally happens when we are at a very low point in our life, year, week, or even hour. It happens to me when I am fighting off a virus or a virus has completely taken over me. I’ve been sick twice in the past week and a half. I was really stressed about this school year because I had five classes that were extremely difficult. I missed the first three days of school because I was on vacation. Therefore, I had a lot of makeup homework. To say the least Pie was SUPER stressed out! Five hard classes and enough homework to sink a ship. That Thursday, my horse died. It was one of the worst experiences I have gone through. I had to complete my homework while doing some hard core crying. Naturally I had a test the next day. I got a cold that weekend! Even through all of this I still had an awesome weekend because my loving….my amazing….and sweet friends threw me a surprise birthday party! After that weekend I told myself

“I can’t do this. I can’t take all of these hard classes. What if I get sick and miss school? I will never catch up! I can’t even handle missing three days! I normally miss a lot more than that!!!!!”

I talked to my Mom and Teddy and they agreed with my that I needed to drop Spanish III. Spanish is the only class I am taking that I technically am not required to take. I dropped that class like a hot potato. I traded it in for a study hall. Dropping that class made all of the difference! I still have a decent amount homework but I’m not drowning in it.

With POTS I have learned what I can manage and what I have to give up. It’s a hard lesson but one that is needed to recover. If you put too much on your shoulders you will crash. I could see it before my eyes this life being unveiled to me, taking five difficult classes, taking the SATs, and applying to colleges I was going to crash who knows when! But it would surely happen. Would it be worth it? No. I don’t think it would be.

Trust me. In the long run, it’s better to put your health first. It’s not worth getting sicker. Train your mind to weed out what you can and clearly can’t do. I never plan too many things for one weekend because if I do that then I will be jeopardizing my ability to go to school the following week. If you have POTS (or any chronic illness) I feel like it’s natural to start realizing what you can do. It’s more of a HA yeah right I can’t do all of that! Crazy talk is coming out of your mouth right now! (like my reference to Legend of Korra?) ….(do you watch Legend of Korra?)…..(yes, Pie is talking about a nickelodeon show)….(Please, don’t judge me 🙂 )

I’ve been sick a lot in the past few weeks. Three times to be exact. That’s a lot of crappy Pie days. It’s scary because sometimes I question if I am coming down with a virus or if my POTS is getting worse. It’s scary and I hate the feeling of the unknown. But, freaking myself out also isn’t going to fix anything. When you are sick try to give your poor sickly little self a break. It’s really not your fault. Don’t ever EVER think this is your fault. It has absolutely nothing to do with you or me. We were “lucky” or chosen upon from a random force. WOOHOO! We won the raffle to get some supermegafoxyawesomehot chronic illness. Next time I am asking for a super power in my side effects. Because mine are clearly lacking superpowerness. My friends would probably say if I had a superpower it would be napping. I am an excellent napper. I can nap anywhere, any time. I’m not sure if this is a curse or a blessing because napping isn’t really good for us POTSters. I try not to nap often. I only nap when I am sick or when I am feeling well I will nap once every couple of weeks.

I guess I am trying to say just hang in there. I’ve used this analogy before but sometimes I’ve felt that my body is like a plane with a faulty engine and I am a passenger inside. Sometimes the plane flies smoothly but others I am really frightened and feel out of control. I have a  body with bipolar syndromes! One day I feel great the next I have the flu. I’m not bipolar though. That is not one of the syndrome baseball cards I have collected.

My sister and my family light up my bad days. Find things that fill your sad heart with light. It may not seem like much, a silly video sent from Teddy or a funny story my mom tells me but they make my hard days memorable for a good reason. It gives me a reason to laugh and be thankful. Those little things can make a bad situation tolerable. I hate the feeling of what am I going to do. I hate it. Don’t you? It makes me feel miserable! You feel isolated in a puddle of worry and sickness. This sickness can make you feel self centered. It’s not like we have a choice. We have to over analyze normal situations to make sure we are well enough to do them. Anything from working out to going to the movies with friends. Were not self centered our body is just an attention hog.

The next time you ask yourself what you are going to do and how will you manage another day take a deep breath in. It is all going to be okay. I know life can be extremely hard and frustrating but those little things that make you smile are worth holding on to. Our lives can change in an instant so when you are feeling terrible always hold on to the hope that you might feel better in an hour or a day. Try not to focus on the opposite….like in an instant you could feel terrible.

“Somedays aren’t yours at all,
They come and go
As if they’re someone else’s days
They come and leave you behind someone else’s face
And it’s harsher than yours
And colder than yours”

This song randomly popped into my head. Somedays by Regina Spektor. It fits though. Our bodies are not our own, and we are reminded on a daily basis that we don’t have full control over ours. Our souls have a purpose though. A purpose that was planted by God and we have been carrying in our bodies all of our life. It is the one part of you that makes you different. It is Teddy’s love for writing and my love of painting. It is my Mother’s love of helping and consoling others and my Father’s love for healing people. It is my bird’s love for singing and my cat’s love for eating. When you read my last few sentences I am sure something popped into your mind. That one thing that calms your heart. That one thing that tells you that everything is going to be okay. Never forget the part of you that is so incredibly unique. It is there for a reason. Just like you. It is just hides in the shadows of your bad days. But never disappears completely.

 

Love,

Little Ol’ Pie

Catching Colds

Hey hey my fellow friends! Today I am sick in bed with a cold and I was just thinking….it has been a while hasn’t it? So I wanted to touch base and say a proper hello! I am a Sophomore in college now (WOW PIE YOU ARE OLD) and I am a graphic design major. I am learning how to make art just with letters but let me tell you, that is no easy feat. My typography teacher(fancy name for art with different types of fonts and letters and words and stuff) well my teacher is super strict! Who knew there were so many rules when it comes to making graphic designs and posters. Let me tell you I am learning a lot but also trying to figure out how to make ugly words pretty.

My health has been really good lately, minus this week….because of my cold (hence the title). I had a pretty difficult semester last year, I had a crazy roommate. But now I am out! I have a new amazing roommate and I am incredibly happy. I am a happy happy little pie. I sometimes get sick when I pile too many things up in my life! Which is why I am sick currently.

This is my personal warning to you…oh wonderful fellow pots peeps, TAKE CARE OF YOUR BODY. Simplifying is not a bad thing, it is actually a very good thing because It allows you to build up. Baby steps are what keep you and I healthy. Your body will always tell you when it is ready to take on more, but it may get angry if you take on too many things! Then you will have to cancel everything, and you will be sad and come back to me. As much as I love the idea of you wanting to read Teddy and my blog I would rather you be a happy reader instead of a sad reader.

Some random spammer sent a message to Teddy and I with a generic message saying that our blog has a lot of potential and blah blah blah __________ insert  vague comment here and they said we should be more popular. Which I totally agree but I also thought it was funny since the site it came from was the site of a robot! EWWW.

Have you ever seen Jimmy Fallons EW videos? If you haven’t please change that!

Teddy, my momma, my boyfriend, my roommate, and I all quote these videos non-stop. I can’t go a day without saying the word “EW” in a nasally tone just like Jimmy. So kick back, eat some salty popcorn, and watch EW video after EW video. You will not be sorry! But if you are sorry then I for one am not sorry! Because it is my life goal to show as many people as possible the wonders of EW.

Sorry this post is so random, I just suddenly decided I was too sick to go to my club tennis’ practice but not too sick to write. So my dear readers! I hope you enjoyed this sudden, random, and picture-less post! Until next time!

LOVE,

pie

Change of Season

 

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(This is a post I wrote over a year ago, in April of 2013. The information is still relevant)

Hello my dear Reader!

I’m sorry for the silence. I went back to Mayo Clinic… and there have been some changes. There were a lot of funny moments, most of which led up to the discovery that I have hyperadrenergic POTS

Which could be a good thing, because I looked in the mirror the other day and noticed a vague resemblance to a Teddy Graham.

teddy grahamWell isn’t that just disgustingly adorable.

I could just eat you up.

But I can’t. Because there is gluten inside of you.

I actually had something really hilarious happen when getting my MRI. They gave me something horrible to drink with lots of glucose in it, and just as they tell me to hold my breath and hold still to take the picture I got the hiccups!!

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Lets just say it wasn’t the most opportune timing.

This was about a month ago now, but I’ve been quiet since it’s been a lot to handle. A bunch of my medicines got changed. Well, actually all but two. Plus I’m now supposed to exercise 40 minutes of cardio using my legs and then work on my core and upper body. I could manage that. What drove me nuts was the fact that my pillow had to be up 6 inches and I had to go gluten free for a month.

the scream painting

 

Yeah. “The Scream” by Edvard Much has nothing on my horror. Just to clarify, I like to bake. A great deal. I enjoy making dinners, but confectionary delights are my joy. And wheat is a crucial part of that airy, crumbly, delicious process.

Oh, I tried. Don’t get me wrong. I tried. I bought all the right gluten free flours from Bob’s Red Mill. I ate spaghetti squash when the cravings got bad. I even tried to bake. A few of Pie’s descriptions for my baked goods were:
“This tastes like Hobbit feet”

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“What are you feeding me?! A 100 year old potato that’s still in the ground??”

Needless to say, she was not impressed. You have to be on a pretty intense learning curve and the mistakes are… inedible. For those of you who have sadistic doctors, this is a list of websites my gluten free friends gave me.

http://www.glutenfreecookingschool.com/archives/gluten-free-soy-free-all-purpose-flour-mix/ (if soy isn’t an issue, you can sub sorghum for soy since it’s easier to find)
http://glutenfreegoddess.blogspot.com/2008/02/best-vegan-baked-mac-cheese.html (glutenfreegoddess is a great blog, so many different options and they’re usually delish)
http://www.landolakes.com/recipe/1470/chewy-chocolate-chip-cookies-gluten-free-recipe (this one, if I remember right came out rather well, def the best of my cookie tries at normal cookie consistency)
http://www.cookingquinoa.net/ (quinoa blog with awesome recipes)
http://www.celiac.com/articles/21679/1/Pumpkin-Chocolate-Chip-Cookies-Gluten-Free/Page1.html (this is a good website if you’re gluten free, because celiacs can’t fudge or they’re in serious trouble, so it’s a good site to keep on track)
http://glutenfreehomemaker.com/2010/01/gluten-free-snickerdoodles-perfect/ (I think these came out the best of all my cookies, except maybe the pumpkin ones but how can you beat pumpkin?)
My favorite bread mix was by Pamela. It’s a brand thats pretty common, you should be able to find it at Trader Joes, Sprouts, or some other natural food store. Don’t do Bob’s Red Mill mix. That’s what prompted the 100 year old potato remark. Also, buy rice or almond crackers. I had no idea how frequently I reached for crackers until my entire pantry was off limits. The only flour I ended up liking was ground almond flour. It’s sweet and nutty without being overwhelming. Also, it manages to cut some of the acidic taste in the other flours. Stay away from pure coconut flour unless combined with something else. It makes the mixture SUPER chalky and grainy. Granted, I may have just been using it wrong. Anyways, if you have to go on this for any reason, good luck and God bless you. This was my own personal 9th level of hell. I was cranky and lethargic ALL MONTH LONG. So, whoever says that going gluten free makes you energetic and lose weight is someone I hope I never meet. They made me angry.
cute angry kid
Granted, the whole having to sleep with my head up super high might have contributed to the sleepiness. Nah. I’ll just blame the lack of gluten.
awkwardly sleeping cat
I think the whole thing would have been easier if I hadn’t just started eating things I liked again. Milk, chocolate, fiber, anything besides rice had been gone for a few months. I don’t know. Sometimes it just seems in POTS that as soon as something heals up it has to go berserk again. Pie once described POTS as “A day on repeat that got lost in translation” and it’s pretty true. It’s hard wanting to know the meaning about why you don’t feel well that day. It’s also hard knowing that just because you’re tired today doesn’t mean you’ll feel better tomorrow. Even if you sleep well, take all of your meds, and don’t pull the cats tail. There’s no such thing as karma in a POTS life.
So who else is diagnosed with not only POTS, but a super-special rare kind of POTS? If so, tell me about it! Honestly, my version explains some things, like the anxiety that happens when my adrenaline just leaks all over the place for no good reason. I’d love to hear from other exotically diagnosed individuals, but until then,
Be well!
Teddy

Someone out there right now feels exactly the same way I do

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Hello my dear readers,

This is Teddy. And I have a confession to make, a years worth of confession. This year I started dating an amazing guy, I went back to my university, and just spent the last two months in Scotland on arguably one of the most important digs in the world right now. And I didn’t write to you. Because I thought that I am getting better, and no one wants to hear that. I am no longer relevant. If I had updated The Misses POTS as often as I did my Pinterest you guys would be inundated, seriously. And the POTS community means so much more to be than Pinterest ever could. So here I am, listening to my pandora station for the Avett Brothers (seriously, make a station for them. They’re brilliant), eating a pretty fabulous omelet I just made from my tomatoes, basil, and supermarket spinach, and realizing how many opportunities I have missed to minister to you guys. I don’t mean that in the religious sense. I mean in the metaphorical, giving balm to your loneliness and frustration. Because it gets better, a lot better. 

This stemmed from my regular morning ritual, waking up by looking at Pinterest. Like many of you, I take awhile to get out of bed. And today I saw the picture above that I had posted well over a year ago on my “Postulating on POTS” board. I had written, “this should probably be the header to my blog” and forgotten about it. What I didn’t notice, was that someone had written to me, underneath it, “I would read that” And just like that “frak” I was convicted. 

That picture and that board have given me more follows and likes than anything else on that bloody site. I don’t use it for that, (mostly recipes if I’m completely honest), but it does make me think. There are people out there like me. I know that maybe no one out there reads this anymore, and that maybe my voice is unheard. But I think that it’s needed. Not for my profundity, or any sense of eloquence, but because I think there is a shortage of good news for people with Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia. 

The road to recovery isn’t a straight line, and I keep on learning through trial and error. Alcohol, still not a good idea. But I can have a pint now and again; I just need lots of food and water with it. IBS still rears its ugly head pretty frequently. But last semester I made straight A’s and got my GPA up enough to be a contender for PhD programs around the country. I have two interviews this week, and I’m scared. Scared because I don’t think I deserve it. Scared because I know my health and productivity could vanish at any time. Thats how I spent most of the last year, and it was really hard to explain to people why I wasn’t excited for all the good things in my future. It’s counterintuitive, but thats where I’m at right now. So where are you at right now? I have a years worth of little lessons to share, but I have a whole heck of a lot more to learn. Upcoming posts: how to survive on an archaeological dig, POTS and dating, and more as I go. I hope you guys have more to share too, because we all need each other in this recovery process. So bear with me, I’m back.

Be well,

Teddy (and the return thereof!) 

 

Let’s Go On A Run Playlist

Hey wonderful readers! Here is a quick workout post for ya ❤

Now that I have filled you in I wanted to write a post about my exercising habits. Boring? You know it! But I wanted to share such an exciting thing with you! Haha anyways…. I try to go on four (or more) runs a week and on the days I don’t run I take a long walk. My runs last an hour but I try to pace myself and I do walk intermittently too! I have always hated running! Don’t get me wrong I am in shape but I just get so bored from running. If you are not up to running yet that is totally fine! Don’t sweat it at all! The best way to run is to run/walk anyway (5 minutes running and then a 1 minute walk to rest). I have learned that I hated running so much because I didn’t know how to pace my body throughout the run. This summer I found the perfect route to take on my runs. I get 30-40 min of pure running and then I walk for 20 min. I am running farther and I am getting an amazing workout. Thankfully I don’t feel dead afterwards either.  I timed myself one day to see how long each of my running and walking segments are.

My running schedule:

10 minutes running

1 minute walking

10 minutes running

5 minutes walking

10 minutes running

4 minutes walking

5 minutes running

15 minutes of walking

This schedule really works for me! I start out running a lot and taking short little breaks and by the end I am getting longer breaks. It helps when you can focus on when you are getting a break. At the beginning of a run you will not necessarily need a break immediately. But by the end of the run it gets more difficult to keep going.

If you are not near this exercise point in your recovery that is totally FINE! It took me a long time to get to where I am now. I just want you to know that all of “this” (“this” being the crap POTS puts us though) can get better and it will. Exercise is key! Exercise every single day. If you can only go on a walk for 10 minutes that is great too! Your blood needs to get moving. It may take a while but you will get to the point where you can walk for 20 minutes and then 30 minutes and then maybe you will try running (Teddy just started running again! Go Teddy!). I know recovering in #1 on your list right? So exercise, eat salt, and drink TONS of water. I have the smallest bladder and I drink water constantly which means I also have to pee ALL THE TIME! Water is good for you! It is good for your skin, body, and POTS!

When you are preparing to workout give your body preparation time. Two hours before your exercise routine get in the right mindset. This is just acknowledging the presence of that dark cloud above you called exercise. I am getting ready for a run while I write this. Find a good time in the day for you to workout (workout= some form of cardio). For example, I have the most energy in the afternoon so I go on runs between 3-5. I wait a good two hours after I eat because I will be tired while my body is digesting. That is why it is good to eat small proportions of food. I want to say I drink around 5 large glasses of water before my runs (if not more). When I need a boost I will have some pedialyte or gatorade too. I know I am throwing a lot of advice at you so do with it what you will because you know your body better than anyone.

Like I said, I like working out in the afternoon but I can’t always do that. For example tomorrow let’s say I am working from 1pm-8pm I won’t possibly be able to fit in an afternoon run BUT much to my dismay I can fit in a run at 11. Plan your exercise a day in advance if you can. If that isn’t possible do not even worry about it! If you are busy all day then take a day off from working out. I recommend planning some sort of exercise for each day that way if you have a few yucky days you can take that day off.

Now you are thinking, “Pie this blog post says Let’s Go On A Run PLAYLIST so where are the songs?”. Well my dear reader you are completely right! I wanted to throw in a few tips (which turned into an avalanche of advice) and then show you my running playlist. If my run were a movie this would be it’s soundtrack. I normally go through playlists as often as my bladder needs the toilet. BUT I have made the ULTIMATE PIE RUNNING PLAYLIST! I don’t know how I did it honestly….one day I just put it together and I have been using it for months. You may not understand how monumental this is. I get bored of the same songs very quickly, just not these songs, thankfully. *looks at empty cup (time for more water)

So here we go!

1. She Is The Sunlight by Trading Yesterday

2. Big Black Car by Gregory Alan Isakov

3. Broken Stereo (Acoustic Version) by Sean Fournier

4. Merry Go ‘Round by Kacey Musgraves

5. Sweater Weather by The Neighbourhood ❤

6. Rooftop by Melissa McClelland

7. Terrible Love by Birdy

8. I’ll Never Forget You by Birdy

9. Cough Syrup by (I have the glee version lol sung by Darren Criss)

10. Hero by Regina Spektor ❤

11. One Of The Boys by Katy Perry

12. Flapper Girl by The Lumineers

13. Dead Sea by The Lumineers ❤

14. Bedouin Dress by Fleet Foxes

15. Helplessness Blues by Fleet Foxes ❤

16. Radioactive by Imagine Dragons

17. Bleeding Out by Imagine Dragons

18. Demons by Imagine Dragons

19. Nicest Thing by Kate Nash ❤

20. Every Few Days by Theo Katzman

21. White Picket Castle by Theo Katzman

22. Brooklyn by Theo Katzman

23. Country Bachroads by Theo Katzman ( He opened for Darren Criss’ concert!)

24. I’m Through by Ingrid Michaelson ❤

25. Ghosts (Demo) by Florence + The Machine ❤

26. Stop and Stare by OneRepublic

27. Dear John by Taylor Swift

28. Speechless by Lady GaGa

29. Six Feet Under by Jon Auer

30. More like Her Miranda Lambert

Workout time ❤

Pie

Guess Who’s Back?

My dear Friends! I hope you have not forgotten about little ol’ Pie because I most certainly have not forgotten about you! I have been MIA for a good hunk of time and that needs to change! This last year was my freshman year of college so now I return to you are a wise, mature, worldly, blah, blah, blah, blah, just kidding XD I am still me! I just have one year’s worth of new experiences to add to my list. It is summer time and I was randomly thinking about Teddy and my blog and it hit me that I hadn’t checked up on you all in quite some time! I was wondering if you have any questions in particular? Do you have any POTS related questions? Or college? Or love? Or staying positive? Or exercise related questions? ANYTHING you need some advice on! I don’t care if it is about what shirt to wear today or what movie to see. Teddy and I love helping out (Granted, I am not sure how helpful it is if I help pick out a movie for you….but I am more than willing!). We want this blog to relate and pertain to your life! We want to be able to help you in any way we can. We live with POTS and have individually lived with many different stages of this illness and we want to help you in whatever stage you are at 🙂 We send our love and keep us posted on what you want to see in the future!

Much love,

Pie