Backing off a bit
As is the way with CFS recoveries, today was not a linear improvement on yesterday, but a pause to rest and consolidate. On that basis I was able to contain my disappointment at being out of action for another day.
I also had hormones on my side. In the early hours of the morning at about 5am I was roused from my spare bed by the sensation of deep chill, and made my way back to the main bed to wrap myself well against the sudden chill. Later when I checked the weather records I discovered that I was alone in my chills, so the prickly and uncomfortable heat that cropped up later in the day was not a surprise. At first I thought it was The Banana of Doom from yesterday, but eventually came to blame my hormones.
Yes, hormones, for at the mighty age of 40 I am both still fertile (probably) but currently not pregnant (definitely). And on the day you learn this is the perfect day to allow yourself to consume some extra calories. I ate beige chocolate, but I did managed to buy only half the quantity I actually wanted. Portion control was never my strong suit. This chocolate (*cough* and the chips) were not falls from grace, for I had already gone 11 days or so since my last dose, and all I asked of myself was 7 days. So, absolutely no guilt there. If I did it again tomorrow, that would be a problem. If I do it in 7-8 days, that will be fine. I like this scheduling business.
I have lost a solid 3kg since the beginning of the year, allowing for interim fluctuations and I'm really pleased about that. One the spare tyres is definitely looking flat, and I'm only a kilo above one of my traditional plateau weights of 72kg. Not a bad effort for someone who's spent much of that time unable to move. I migh have to spend some time with 72kg before things start to move again, but that's OK. Three weeks can pass with no measurable improvement, and then there it is.
May not be making much sense as I am feeling the effects of the sleeping pill so best stop now.
I also had hormones on my side. In the early hours of the morning at about 5am I was roused from my spare bed by the sensation of deep chill, and made my way back to the main bed to wrap myself well against the sudden chill. Later when I checked the weather records I discovered that I was alone in my chills, so the prickly and uncomfortable heat that cropped up later in the day was not a surprise. At first I thought it was The Banana of Doom from yesterday, but eventually came to blame my hormones.
Yes, hormones, for at the mighty age of 40 I am both still fertile (probably) but currently not pregnant (definitely). And on the day you learn this is the perfect day to allow yourself to consume some extra calories. I ate beige chocolate, but I did managed to buy only half the quantity I actually wanted. Portion control was never my strong suit. This chocolate (*cough* and the chips) were not falls from grace, for I had already gone 11 days or so since my last dose, and all I asked of myself was 7 days. So, absolutely no guilt there. If I did it again tomorrow, that would be a problem. If I do it in 7-8 days, that will be fine. I like this scheduling business.
I have lost a solid 3kg since the beginning of the year, allowing for interim fluctuations and I'm really pleased about that. One the spare tyres is definitely looking flat, and I'm only a kilo above one of my traditional plateau weights of 72kg. Not a bad effort for someone who's spent much of that time unable to move. I migh have to spend some time with 72kg before things start to move again, but that's OK. Three weeks can pass with no measurable improvement, and then there it is.
May not be making much sense as I am feeling the effects of the sleeping pill so best stop now.