Have I mentioned PCOS sucks?

I recently got back from a trip home where I had a decent time with family and friends. I also took the opportunity to visit an old doctor of mine that successfully helped me with my weight and nutrition when I went on BC. I hoped that he would help clarify for me what I should be doing since I felt like I was getting a lot of conflicting information about what to and not to eat. During this appointment he decided to check me out with ultrasound and make sure my organs looked ok. Unfortunately he dectected a fatty layer on my liver and given that I have PCOS (NAFLD and PCOS) it was diagnosed as Non-Alcoholic Fatty Liver Disease (NAFLD). Apparently it is asymptomatic and sometimes doesn't show up in the bloodwork for liver enzymes that I had done recently. NAFLD if left unattended may lead to cirrhosis. So lets do a recap shall we?:

• PCOS - metabolic disorder that may lead to:
• Insulin Resistance (check)
• Diabetes
• Gallbladder disease (check)
• Infertility (check)
• NAFLD (check)
• Anxiety/Depression (check)
• Heart disease

Best course of action for most of these? Let's say it together!: Diet & Exercise !!

Sigh... so here I am again, trying, AGAIN, to adjust my lifestyle so that more aweful things like diabetes, cirrhosis and heart disease don't claim my life for good. 

Bright Side: IR and NAFLD are "treatable" and I have to do my very best. Maybe this was the kick in the pants that I needed to get back on track. I am working with a diet plan that my old doc sent me home with and I will give it a shot and see how it works. Its quite lenient if I do say so myself which worries me, but it this works and kick starts my metabolism how its supposed to I will be very pleased! In the meantime I ask for prayers so that I can keep it up and not lose my resolve, my willpower and well, to keep loving myself.

Anxiety about a trip Home

I want to feel strong and courageous today, but my period, the endo pain and my emptiness is winning....

In a little over a week my husband and I are traveling to my home country for a week. Usually on these trips I am so excited I can't contain myself. This time its so different. The last time I was there, 3.5 years ago, I was there for a friend's wedding and I was none-too-shy about my upcoming TTC journey that was going to start that summer. Since then, well, things haven't quite turned out how I had hoped. I was sure that by my next trip it would be three of us, not just two. Things have changed, life changes, people change, a lot of them have married and had children in this time...
These are my friends and family who love me and I love, but I can't help but feel so much anxiety over it. I have gained weight, I have gained sadness and a slight aversion to holding baby for fear that I will fall apart. I am also acutely aware that it is a mostly Catholic country where being married and almost thirty without a child is practically unheard of and those who don't know my story are going to ask that old as time question "Where are the babies?!"
Maybe I am hyping myself up more than I need to, as I tend to do, and maybe those awkward situations will be few and far between so much so that it won't affect my enjoyment of the trip, and maybe I will be stronger than I think and I will enjoy the trip despite any comments or questions about my family status. But right now, I worry. And I am sad that infertility has taken even this enjoyment from me.
Maybe this time the trip will be joyful and fun for different reasons, maybe it won't be for the people but for the shear enjoyment and pride of sharing my land with my husband who loves it almost as much as me without knowing it as well.
Maybe by then I will be ok.... today, not so much.