Well, my son is 19 months old now. It is August and fall is just a blink in time away. I would say that the last six months have been a journey through mud; heavy and slow. I thought that by summer I would be there. Where? "There", you know, the ideal spot of recovery: refreshed every morning, exercising daily, brain sharp and alert, feeling at least 90% good. Ha! Boy, did the reality of that not being the facts turn my upside down into a frown!
Where I wanted to be and where I am is a gap like that of a raging river. OK, maybe not that extreme, but some days it feels like it!
It is not all doom and gloom though. The last three weeks have been lighter. I began exercising...for real this time. I made SPACE in my house just for ME, and I am making space in my life just for ME. This has been a huge relief. I didn't realize how stressed out I was not having privacy and space away from the boys. (Husband, son and teen-aged nephew).
My thinking brain has turned on and has sharpened up. My energy has increased, and I am sleeping better. Sleep is a HUGE factor in my health. I need healthy sleep patterns or my vitality and emotional state drops like an anvil. I have begun to take calcium/magnesium before bed. It definitely works for me. I also take B's for stress.
I am practicing discipline diligently because even though my brain is fuzzy sometimes, I haven't forgotten the dark days and my gratitude for NOW and how far I have come glows warmly in my heart.
Take care of your physical health my friends.
hugs,
Lisa
