I woke up this morning knowing that I wanted to write a post but I truthfully had no desire to write about food. I was SUPPOSED to be writing today about two events that I had scheduled to go to in Chicago, Mod Mex (A Beyond Chicago Gourmet Event) and Oyster Fest (by Shaw’s Crah House.) I wasn’t feeling well last week so I had to make the decision to just drop out of life, not go to events and rest.

During my restful moments, my mind kept going to one thing. I feel like Winnie the Pooh stuck in a “hunny” tree. Like Winnie the Pooh, I constantly want food. It doesn’t matter who I’m with or what we are doing, my thoughts are what will be our food options and when will we eat.

I have a rumbly in my tumbly that distracts me from almost everything. Sometimes the rumbly is my hunger other times it is the pain of Crohn’s Disease hitting me like I’ve just eaten a handful of bees. But like Winnie the Pooh, I will do everything I can to make it go away.

There are days I try to climb the honey tree, I fall and get stuck. I feel the stinging of the queen bee in my behind and just want it to stop. It scares me in a way I’ve never been scared before.

Getting unstuck sometimes takes time. It isn’t always a quick fix of being pushed and pulled in different directions. It is a process that sometimes involves leaning on other people.

I could probably assign my friends and family different Winnie the Pooh characters and how they interact in my life. I have the bouncy fun-fun-fun-fun Tigger friends who make you look forward to living and a few Eeyore friends who have clouds over their heads and maybe aren’t the best cheerleaders.

There are the caretakers like Kanga is to Roo and a Rabbit who seems to avoid me if my tummy in anyway interferes with their plans.

I keep a couple of Owls around me to share their wisdom and, of course, my Christopher Robin who gets me out of the trickiest situations.

My Piglet friends seem to be the best ones because they are just happy to be by my side and enjoy the simple things that life gives us.

So as much as I felt sad this past weekend about missing out on some amazing honey, I know that there are some bigger pots of honey in my future. I will get myself unstuck and look forward to my adventures in my own 100-Acre Woods.