Morning, y’all. Your friendly neighborhood Sherrie is slowly coming out of hiding. Between losing my boy Oz, extended pain flares, and a bit of a spiral, I have slacked off on taking care of myself. Eating like crap (mostly junk) and minimal exercise (stretching enough to make moving easier and walking while shopping) led to increased pain, more fatigue, and losing a little bit of me every day.
Between losing my boy Oz, extended pain flares, and a bit of a spiral, I have slacked off on taking care of myself. Eating like crap (mostly junk) and minimal exercise (stretching enough to make moving easier and walking while shopping) led to increased pain, more fatigue, and losing a little bit of me every day. Although I have realized that my normal means that I will hurt and feel tired more often than not, I started feeling sorry for myself and pictured my future with more pain and less mobility. This sent me down a darker path and binge eating.
What brought me out of it was a combination of things. Well, I’m still in it, but fighting to pull out of it. Physically, I’m getting better (thank you anti-inflammatory foods and support sleeves), but the brain still needs work. Hubs and I joined a gym and are still tweaking our schedule. I’m learning to recognize and listen to my body. I know when I need to switch to a different body part while training, when to start getting my heart rate down, and to start more slowly so that I can get stronger without hurting myself. After a little over an hour yesterday (treadmill and a full-body lifting session), I don’t feel that bad. The BCAAs do make a difference.
I would love to skip supplements and get off all meds, but that is not in the cards for me now and may not be later. And I’m okay with that. I refuse to let anyone shame me for doing what I need to do.
Some days are better than others, but that’s how things are with everyone. I may move more slowly than I used to, but my inner athlete is coming back. And she is badass.
Howdy, y’all. I’m 46 now. I’m now six years older than my father was when he died. In some ways, I’m healthier. In others, well, you know the deal.
At my last appointment, my rheumatologist said she didn’t know what else to try because various meds did not have much of an effect. She also joked that I’m one of the rare types who lose weight on Cymbalta rather than gain. Ha, ha. (Note: I went off Cymbalta and gained everything I’d lost. I’ve since tweaked my menu and am back on the losing track.) she also had no answers for me about my swelling hands or glands on my neck. I am not amused. I have an appointment with my primary later this month. Maybe she’ll have answers for me since I had blood tests a few weeks back.
I’m tired, frustrated, and still fighting. Going more natural in conjunction with some meds to find the optimal balance and solutions. I’ll always have arthritis and Fibromyalgia. How my body handles them is what will change. I’m listening to my body more and found the ideal training schedule. I wear my pedometer every day and strive to get in more steps each week. I eat more leafy and non-starchy plants than bread and other starchy goodness. I eat less sugar. I drink lots of water and herbal teas, especially those containing adoptogenic herbs (Organic India’s Tulsi Teas are my favorite). I’m getting more sleep and taking Melatonin for help on bad days. I nap when necessary.
I will get better. I will improve my quality of life. It’s getting better every day. Cheers!
How are you celebrating the newest year of your life?
Can you believe 2014 is already six months old? June is already 11 days old? Where did the time go? Are you on track? Anywhere close to where you wanted to be? I’ll admit it, I’m not. And I won’t let it throw me much. I’ll tweak my plans and go month to month.
My plan was in part inspired by a dream. I’ve been back and forth to the doc and specialists (yes, plural) trying to finally figure out what all ails me. It’s exhausting and frustrating and frightening if I K et my mind wander too much. More so if I consult Dr. Google instead of waiting to for a specific diagnosis. According to Google, cold symptoms could be anything from a cold to a rare syndrome that would put someone just outside death’s door. No one needs that kind of stress or fear without knowing what’s going on inside them.
So, back to this dream. Of course I dreamed about a doctor visit. I mean, it’s been at least 33% of my focus for a while now. So, I’m waiting for the doc to walk in, and it’s Kris Carr! You know, the woman behind Crazy, Sexy Cancer. Her.
I was so in awe and blown away. I think seeing her was a sign. Not that a cancer diagnosis is looming, but that I’m doing the right thing by following up with the docs and working on healing. Another round of physical therapy starts next today My diet is cleaning up and even more greens are coming in. My healthier cookbooks are my main kitchen inspiration and I’m eating to live.
I don’t want to just survive anymore. I want to thrive, glow, and kick ass.
So, what’s happening with you? Have any good dreams lately?