Over the past year, it's knocked me down over and over again. I can't even remember all of the things that resulted in my loosing my momentum at this point. I do know that writing a blog fell way off the list as I struggled.
Weirdly, the "Fibro Flares" eased up during my pregnancy, although the pregnancy itself was super rough, culminating in my son coming without much warning, two weeks early, in the middle of the night at the end of September.
Since my son was born, my symptoms have slowly crept back to intolerable levels. I'm breastfeeding so I have not yet been able to go back on my medication. I had a good month or two after he was born where I though, maybe I was fixed. When I'm feeling good, it's way to easy to think I was overreacting and it's not really that bad, I'm just lazy. Then Fibro comes along and smacks me upside the head and reminds me that no, no this is very real.
I gained a lot of weight during my pregnancy, which I haven't been able to drop since my son was born. I keep trying to get back into the exercise game, but I have to be super careful, since I can't really sideline myself for days.
The JuJitsu class I've been trying has a tendency to leave me immobile, not the day after class, but the day after that. So if I go to class on Wednesday, Friday I'm floored.
Running is less impactful on my ability to function, but it still stresses my body enough that I have to be careful about how hard I push myself on a run. I'm also only running on a treadmill right now, since there is no way I can deal with the added stress on my body caused by running outside in the winter.
I know I haven't been doing myself any favors with my diet lately, so I've decided to try to get that under control. The hardest part of that is going to be limiting my sugar intake. I've noticed that the more sugary treats I eat, the more likely I am to end up having a flare. There isn't a 1:1 correlation, but more that it seems like my body has fewer reserves, so if I do something like stay up late or go for a run I'll feel it more the next day.
I feel it most in the morning. Every day I have to fight my way out of bed in the morning. I take so long to get going, even after I'm up. My daughter has to be at school at 7:45 in the morning, and since we only have one car right now, I'm the taxi. We drop my daughter off, then I drop the Hubbs off at work, and am home by around 8:30. Once I get inside the house, I get my cup of coffee, set the baby up in his bouncer for a bit and collapse on the couch for as long as I can. I get up to feed the baby, to pick him up and hold him for a bit, or move him to another one of his play mats. I am not really *functional* until close to 11am.
Unfortunately this time, these mornings that I waste trying desperately to get my body out of it's sludgy funk, makes up the bulk of my "free time." When I have the time to go to the gym, to clean, to meal plan and cook, to craft, to write.
I'm trying, I really am. I'm hoping that once I get my diet on track, I can slowly start to fix other parts of my lifestyle to start getting myself more energy, and less time spent locked up on the couch.
As always my motto:
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| Fall down seven times, stand up eight. |
