It’s Just One Cotton-Picking Bad Day - But It’s Telling Me Something
Some days I have lots of thoughts rambling around in my head. The biggest challenge is picking them apart and deciding which one or two deserves space in my head so I can give the other thoughts the boot.
Writing helps.
After writing the first few sentences of this post, those little intrusive thoughts that only stress me out and divert my focus withered away.
The thought worthy of keeping is health related…
I’ve had knee problems since I was a kid. And now, my knees are apparently arthritic.
Even on good days, walking isn’t as easy as it once was.
I’ve done pretty darn good the past week and a half helping Auntie M and handling the post-tornado necessities.
But today… just sucks.
I took the trash to the end of my campsite and dumped my porta-potti and portable gray water tank and it about did me in.
Now I’m sitting here feeling like it’s the end of the world when it’s only one cotton-picking bad day out of umpteen good days!
Maybe this feeling is trying to tell me something…
If a singular bad day provokes this much of a reaction, maybe I need to make a change.
I’ve been seeing my Primary Care doctor for this but the ultimate responsibility for my health rests with me.
So I’m starting (again) with me.
My own words of wisdom come to mind…
I’ve been trying to control the arthritis - which I may not be able to control head-on.
What I do have control over (that I haven’t been doing a great job of lately) is what I eat. I’ve been a bit of a naughty girl in that department.
I have many food allergies. These are foods I don’t eat because I enjoy breathing more than I enjoy eating.
But I also have many food sensitivities. These foods are not life-threatening but cause inflammation in my body.
When I go off-course, I sneak in foods I’m sensitive to. Truth be told, I may have been doing more sneaking than I care to admit (including yesterday) 🙄
So here’s my thought process…
Arthritis = inflammation.
Eating foods I’m sensitive to = inflammation.
I don’t have full (if any) control over arthritis.
I have total control over what I put in my mouth.
The answer seems to be a no brainer.
It’s time to stop sneaking…
Connie 🌼
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Life Right Now
- My Whereabouts → Northwest Illinois
- Home Base → A small-town campground
- I’m Here Until → October / November
- I Refuse To → Beat myself up for being human and making food choices that were not in my best interest
- I Promise To → Keep moving forward
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