Sure I'm in perimenopause and my body is becoming a bit of a stranger, but it's the habits that are holding me back.
I had one bad day and that snowballed into a bad week and a half. Only for about 3 days did I go "off the rails" a bit. It's only because life gets so hard I think to myself, "What difference does this make?"
I'm usually sooooo exhausted come the end of the day, and this week my blow up bed broke, so until I secure a couch or another blow up bed, I have been sleeping on the floor with a mat. This isn't being said for pity, it's just the truth of my life's circumstance.
Sometimes I just stare at the wall like, "Is this really my life right now?"
In other news, I skipped exercise, intentional movement for about 2 weeks except a few slow walks here and there and a few squats.
The simple plan that I made could still have been done if I broke it up into a 3rd and that's where mentally working on wellness comes in. If I don't have a mental plan that is solid, none of the rest makes any sense to me.
As an isolate caregiver, most of the time it's just saying, "You really deserve to be healthy", and believing it. Truly believing it.
We are going to take a few days away, and caregiver traveling is anxiety inducing on the best of days, but I am hoping and praying that I can center my brain enough (while sleeping in an actual bed) to focus on a simplifying plan for my life and house.
When I feel anxiety grip me the most is when I have so much going on: too many dishes around, loads of clothes to fold, mail unopened. It's all just too much sometimes
Still tracking for the most part- even on 3800 calorie days.
Still doing at home workouts- even when it's for 5 minutes
Note to self: It's okay. You're doing your best. This is hard, and it hurts. It will get better
