It’s days like today that you should just stay in bed, and what ever you do you should never, ever, ever start “thinking” about things.

When you do it just gets depressing.

Things like remembering that I haven’t been able to leave the house in almost 5 months. Like the fact that I like to get my hair cut every 8 weeks. Only this time it’s been 8 months

And my personal favourite, realising that this time next year, I’ll have been suffering from CFS for a third of my life :-((

Oh, while I remember, if you hear a high pitched screaming sound… That’s the sound of a flock of tapeworms discovering that they’re going on a diet!
Yep, after a depressing start, I’ve decided that things have got to change.

For one thing I have to go out in 3 weeks time, which means I have to go be able to leave the house next week to get my waist length braided hair cut to a manageable shoulder bob :-p and I need to collect my contact lenses so I can look slightly less like a reject from the 80’s.

But to do that I need to get back on my health eating diet… Hence the screaming tapeworms…

They’ll not know what to do with themselves.

They’re used to excessive food consumption. Take tonight for example. Three biscuit bars while I cook my garlic mince, half a pound of turkey mince, a bulb of garlic, and an entire packet of pasta that’s supposed to serve four people (:rollseyes:) and even then I had another three biscuit bars and twenty minutes later was foraging through the kitchen cupboards looking for insects and young rodents to consume… Couldn’t find any though :-((

So, not only can you see how I have reached my current small heffalump proportions (I swear I’m just big boned…!) but you can also understand the terror, fear and horror of the little fleet of tape worms I have to be playing host to with that amount of food… Should I mention today’s been a pretty slow day for food consumption? Just two days ago I was at 24 biscuit bars in less than 20 minutes! *coughs*

I should have noticed the warning signs though, the bathroom scales have been whimpering every time I get on them for the past couple of weeks, then asking if I would consider weighing each limb independently then just adding the totals together…

But no more… At least not if I ever want to be capable of leaving the house ever again… Although you’d think I’d have learnt by now, since I already know that eating those things makes my condition worse… But when I can’t manage to make anything, I have to eat something during the day!

I’m probably clutching at straws, but my aim is to have lost at least half a stone by next Tuesday (the day I’m most likely to be trying to get a hair cut… Oh the exciting life I lead…!) but I’m also expecting my skin to clear up, my joints to loosen up and to have enough energy to both leave the house, and make it all the way back again without having to call for a taxi, ambulance or hearse in the process.

*pre-books all three just to play it safe*

And tomorrow I start my yoga again…

Funny thing about CFS, or at least the way it affects me… My joints are sore and stiff all the time, yet I’m still almost as flexible as I ever was… :shrugs:

Go figure…

I also had big plans about getting more structure to my day, looking into starting up my own business to let me earn some money from home, writing those 8 novels I started and never managed to finish due to my health…

All these plans…

Then I get an email to tell me the computer game I ordered has been sent and will probably arrive tomorrow…

Guess that means all those plans about structure, work and writing will have to be thought out again… :wiggle:

I could be slightly busy for a while…