I am frustrated.
It feels like I’ve been sliding backwards for the last three weeks, and that is killing me. I didn’t get up and exercise at all this week. I couldn’t. I don’t remember exactly what happened on Monday to prevent my getting up and going. Maybe I needed to be at work early. Something, though. I can’t remember.
…and I’ve spent the rest of the week recovering.
Monday morning I felt it starting. As I was coming into work, that lightness traveling up my spine and over the back of my skull was relentless. I knew I had to get to my desk or risk falling. Or dropping something. It happened again and again throughout the day. Driving back to work after dropping Matt off, I literally was fighting to stay awake. And then when I woke up Tuesday, my head was killing me, which meant that the night had been particularly rough for me. I stayed home, sleeping, and trying to find my way back to equilibrium again.
I’m still not there yet.
I feel like I need an entire weekend to sleep and really recover.
…and I know that I need to make an appointment with my regular doctor – not my I’m-hoping-to-have-a-small-fuzz doctor, but my regular doctor – to get a referral to a neurologist. I keep putting it off, but it needs to happen. Because. Just because.
I’m trying to remember to be kind to myself, and this week, the little things are that I got up and went to work and moved through my days, responded to the crises that were happening around me and moved on. Next week I’ll get to getting things back under control. I’ll make the call to my doctor. I’ll get up and get back on track with my exercise and eating.
Next week I’ll feel better, which means that I’m going to get back on track.
How are y’all doing with your fitness goals? Here’s to hoping that you’re making progress!