Last week I didn’t write much because I barely got out of bed honestly, or out of my chair with the view out the window. I felt terrible and had no energy and the illness sets in a kind of apathy where it’s more like ‘I can’t move. I’ve given fighting this illness all I have and I fail over and over again. I fail so much and I never make headway. I’m a blight on the human race. I am a burden. I don’t know if I care anymore.’
But I started feeling better this week and my old personality peaked out from behind the clouds and I was more myself again. I’m treating my GI / Stomach and quitting caffeine and as a result, the flu like symptoms are starting to eb a bit and I feel better. I had been on McDougall diet but my blood sugar went crazy on the diet and I started getting more skin tags, skin darkening in patches, the obvious signs of high blood sugar. I still want to be vegetarian, I’m working on it. I go without any dietary fat and then eventually I’ll deep dive into ice cream or something I don’t normally eat — and I kinda think my body just balances it out at the end of the week.
I’ve been feeling a little more creative and like doing stuff.
This weeks in cats laying around:
