The last 24 hours or so have, I think, been my most challenging since Operation Fight Back began.
I’m still sleeping badly and that’s making things difficult. I’ve woken each day feeling progressively more awful as the week has worn on. I’m tired of nightmares and waking feeling wretched. Despite that I’ve stuck to my O-F-B routine; it feels like a lifeline… an anchor, a tether to the right side of the tracks.
Getting through my exercises yesterday and this morning was hard. I find the treadmill easier than 30 reps of each of four exercises and as many as I can manage of the fifth, only attempted for the first time this week; today I managed 15.
Today’s treadmill stats: 12 mins 32 including 10 minute run = 0.65 distance and 60.5 cals.
I ate badly yesterday, not ‘bad’ stuff just too much. Tiredness leaves me at risk of overeating.
Today’s main further aim is to get out. I need some groceries. I’m also supposed to be meeting someone for coffee later, I’m just waiting for confirmation. I know it will be restorative.
Other aims for the rest of the day: Write an email and a letter (both have been on my list for three days, both are pretty important), clean the bathroom and cook something for dinner.
I have many scribbled notes in my notebook for potential blog posts. I hope soon to make the time to write them.