health

Well I set this thing up to write about my health, but don't seem to write about it all that much! This last month or so has been a bit up and down. The down has mostly been my own fault. I know how to pace myself, I know what things are unhelpful to me and yet sometimes I still do them. On occasion I don't mind doing these things - the thing far outweighs the down. But mostly it doesn't. Last Saturday was one of those days. We found out around lunchtime that my Grandma had died. She was getting on a bit, but it was still unexpected. That evening it was the husbands nana's 75th birthday celebration meal. I had known right from when we first heard about it that I shouldn't go. It would mean eating too late for me (I find that if I don't put energy into my body at regular enough intervals I suffer), and a room full of people I don't know well enough to comfortably chat to, and so chatting becomes more of an effort. I had said I would go because I heard too many times 'it would be lovely if you could come', 'it would be nice if you were there, the rest of the family will be there', etc etc. Following the news at lunchtime I knew it really wouldn't do me any good, but felt the pressure to go. So I went. I had a so-so time. And then for the rest of the week I have suffered. Tuesday I was convinced I was having a major relapse and all the hard work we'd put in recently was for nothing. Fortunately by the end of Friday I realised it was just a self-induced set back. I really need to make sure that anything that gives me a week worth of bad is blooming good. The good and bad need to be balanced, I don't wana go through the bad if I don't get the good too. So doofas, learn in future, only say yes if it's going to be worth it.