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averygoodun42I think I'm finally coming down with the cold that's been haunting this house. I say it's been haunting the house because it hasn't actually shown itself through manifestation, it just hints that it's there, lurking... an unwanted presence that will try to possess us should we make one misstep. All of us have been feeling off for a couple of weeks (since the last cold/infection), and, well... I guess I misstepped.
Yesterday was spent on the couch reading as I tried to keep my feet warm without my head and neck melting off my bones. No fever (by the thermometer's count), but achiness and grumps were there.
Of course, all of this points to the fact that I have been skiving off on the self-care angle lately. I've been eating far more sweets than is good for me, drinking far more tea than I should, and eating far fewer veggies than I ought. Oh, and I've been indulging in rice and corn tortillas. And still not exercising.
So, yeah. If I want to be healthy, I'd better get back on track. Question is, do I want to be healthy enough to stick with the necessary strictures for my entire life? I mean, yes, I will do as much as necessary to avoid being crippled, because, well, been there, done that. Didn't like it. But... I'm tired ya'll. I'm tired of having to be so damn careful. I'm tired of having to avoid half the food available (and all of the easy to prepare stuff). I'm tired of having to put so damn much energy into the will to do the things I don't like to do (like cooking), and be faced with no thanks or even complaints (some of those coming from me).
I am tired.
I'm so tired, I gave up the morning fight to get Page up, dressed and out the door, and went back to bed instead. (And apparently slept through the phone call listing him as unexcused.) I did get him to school before ten, but only because I had an appointment. (Geoff is gone on another trip, leaving at 3 am this morning, so he wasn't here to tag-team with.)
And school is... This was supposed to be an easy semester. And in ways it is, but... I'm stressing far more than I ought or need to about the photography course, which is silly, because, well, it's supposed to be fun - that's why I signed up for it. Even the psych course, with its more rigorous homework and study schedule, is less stressful than the photography course. *shakes head in wonder*
There are other things that are stressing me out, but, well... Cooking, getting help cleaning (not the cleaning itself however), and school are just draining me.
On the plus side, only seven more weeks till finals, and that'll be one stressor off my shoulders. For a couple of months...
Anyway. That's my little bitch and moan session.
Good things abound, but they're just a little harder to see through the blur of tiredness. However, the fall foliage has been beautiful, and I have had a very good view of it from my living room. Took a couple of photos of the currently glowing maple that colors our view orange. I missed the opportunity of photographing the other maple that made sitting on the couch a restorative affair. Ah well. Next year.
I had the time to just lounge yesterday away without getting behind on too much.
I was able to be the good guy to Page, despite my off-putting lounging.
I have about 10 quarts of chicken stock on the stove, needing to be dealt with. That should last a while (assuming I deal with it).
My problems are mostly first world problems. Not only first world problems, but (lower) middle class problems. We have a nice home in a safe neighborhood that we're not in any immediate danger of losing because Geoff has a good job with good people. And there's almost always enough food in the fridge (and if there isn't, it's usually because it's shopping day). That's always worth remembering.
ETA: Another good thing is that I won't have to go back to the money grubbers for my next scrip. I mean, I like my psychiatrist, I really do, but I hate the center she works for. So yay. And I just counted up the days and my pills, and I have enough prescription (and refill) to last until well after my initial visit with the new center. Yay!
But, yeah. Tired now. Gonna go make myself something to snack on. I may even choose something healthy. Maybe. It's been known to happen on occasion. ;-)
Yesterday was spent on the couch reading as I tried to keep my feet warm without my head and neck melting off my bones. No fever (by the thermometer's count), but achiness and grumps were there.
Of course, all of this points to the fact that I have been skiving off on the self-care angle lately. I've been eating far more sweets than is good for me, drinking far more tea than I should, and eating far fewer veggies than I ought. Oh, and I've been indulging in rice and corn tortillas. And still not exercising.
So, yeah. If I want to be healthy, I'd better get back on track. Question is, do I want to be healthy enough to stick with the necessary strictures for my entire life? I mean, yes, I will do as much as necessary to avoid being crippled, because, well, been there, done that. Didn't like it. But... I'm tired ya'll. I'm tired of having to be so damn careful. I'm tired of having to avoid half the food available (and all of the easy to prepare stuff). I'm tired of having to put so damn much energy into the will to do the things I don't like to do (like cooking), and be faced with no thanks or even complaints (some of those coming from me).
I am tired.
I'm so tired, I gave up the morning fight to get Page up, dressed and out the door, and went back to bed instead. (And apparently slept through the phone call listing him as unexcused.) I did get him to school before ten, but only because I had an appointment. (Geoff is gone on another trip, leaving at 3 am this morning, so he wasn't here to tag-team with.)
And school is... This was supposed to be an easy semester. And in ways it is, but... I'm stressing far more than I ought or need to about the photography course, which is silly, because, well, it's supposed to be fun - that's why I signed up for it. Even the psych course, with its more rigorous homework and study schedule, is less stressful than the photography course. *shakes head in wonder*
There are other things that are stressing me out, but, well... Cooking, getting help cleaning (not the cleaning itself however), and school are just draining me.
On the plus side, only seven more weeks till finals, and that'll be one stressor off my shoulders. For a couple of months...
Anyway. That's my little bitch and moan session.
Good things abound, but they're just a little harder to see through the blur of tiredness. However, the fall foliage has been beautiful, and I have had a very good view of it from my living room. Took a couple of photos of the currently glowing maple that colors our view orange. I missed the opportunity of photographing the other maple that made sitting on the couch a restorative affair. Ah well. Next year.
I had the time to just lounge yesterday away without getting behind on too much.
I was able to be the good guy to Page, despite my off-putting lounging.
I have about 10 quarts of chicken stock on the stove, needing to be dealt with. That should last a while (assuming I deal with it).
My problems are mostly first world problems. Not only first world problems, but (lower) middle class problems. We have a nice home in a safe neighborhood that we're not in any immediate danger of losing because Geoff has a good job with good people. And there's almost always enough food in the fridge (and if there isn't, it's usually because it's shopping day). That's always worth remembering.
ETA: Another good thing is that I won't have to go back to the money grubbers for my next scrip. I mean, I like my psychiatrist, I really do, but I hate the center she works for. So yay. And I just counted up the days and my pills, and I have enough prescription (and refill) to last until well after my initial visit with the new center. Yay!
But, yeah. Tired now. Gonna go make myself something to snack on. I may even choose something healthy. Maybe. It's been known to happen on occasion. ;-)
