Living with chronic fatigue and inflammation, the trick is to learn how to pace yourself. Pacing myself is something I’ve never known and might never learn.
Tonight, there is no in-depth and motivated housewifing or organic products to share. I left work a few minutes earlier so that I may go home and rest since I felt some stress shoving up against the threshold. The plan was nap, then exercise, then housewife.
But once I was home free, it was so breezy and sunny out….
The plan turned into: go shopping for things that weren’t on the list, reorganize the pantry, refry yesterday’s batch of black beans, make dinner, wash dishes, pass out hopelessly at 6pm with swelling from head to toe, swollen throat and mild flu-like symptoms.
My strength may or may not pick up again and the inflammation may or may not decrease. At this point, I have to coddle my bratty immune system if there exists any chance of finishing my plans or I’ll end up watching all of Wednesday’s NBC line up. If I do feel better, I’ll be making more celery juice for wellness and taking advantage of some exotic plants I found during my earlier fake-energy boost exploration. I discovered a Latin supermarket and bought aloe vera and nopal, the spiky gooey plants that have been Aztec medicinal secrets for centuries. Getting in touch with my Indian roots. I don’t know how to use them and their exact health benefits, but if I figure it out, I’ll let you know.
So here is a little treat I prepared a few days ago. Check it out: I created a new page, a link tab of favorite blogs. The list will be ever increasing, but just a few for now. Gotta pace myself.
Shout-out to friends: To those of you who know I have meeting tonight, Husband is out of town so we’re going together tomorrow to another one. Will miss you.