Update

It’s been bitterly cold- not great weather for doing much of anything, really, but I’ve been kind of burnt-out on watching movies and browsing the internet, so, I cleaned.

There’s something about being… not shut in, but not particularly interested in braving extreme cold… that made it extra satisfying. Clothes got re-organized, dressers cleared off, drawers were gone through, laundry got laundered… all in all, it was a pretty respectable session.

I’m slowly reverting to my original form. Who am I when I’m not in crisis? I’m finding out. I barely remember, but my body seems to have this physical memory, and suddenly mid-task, I remember how much I enjoyed certain things- girly things, mostly. But those were among the first things to go.

I’ve been thinking about fitness. I stopped going to the gym during the hub-bub of the holidays, and then, brr… no thanks! But, I’m now thinking about it again. I’m also interested in working on my body again.

Girlfriend has been on a regimented diet for the past couple of months, and has lost a lot of weight doing so. She got me some probiotic + energy supplements to try, which I’m doing, but since it’s only been a day, I don’t have too much to say about it.

I’ve used protein powders in the past, and don’t mind going back to that, but my big problem with those is that they constipate me terribly. (*The More You Know*) I looked it up & it turns out this is pretty common. In order to not have it be an issue, I’d have to do yet another thing, (like eat prunes), in addition to the protein… and that’s a whole lot of nevermind, sometimes.

 

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Life goes on…

Happy Holidays! I don’t know about you, but I was very busy in the weeks preceding Xmas. “Busy, busy, busy…” So, here’s what’s been up…

The holidays have been great… I just haven’t seen everyone, so I feel like they’re not really over yet. I’ve enjoyed resting.

I’m trying to make the switch to otc for the last med. I realllllly wanted to be med-free sooner rather than later, but this reflux thing is no joke. It’s fine when it’s under control, but it has let me know, in no uncertain terms, that I can only use a certain type of treatment for it.

I’ve mentioned before that I’ve gained a lot of weight. So, what I’ve been doing (aside from holiday-ing) is moving things around so that I can access anything in my current size. I didn’t have much. I’m not usually this big. I ended up needing to go shopping again, and I still need to go shopping… again. Shopping for my lower half is a nightmare. I like looking good, I love feeling better, but it’s just really annoying having to do all this several sizes up from my usual.

But, it is what it is right now. Part of it was/is my diet, which has not been ideal. Part of it is the result of all of this work done that has enabled me to resume life. So, that aspect of it is joyful. I mean, I’m doing it! I’m living! So when I complain, really, it’s just more about the day-to-day aspects of it. All in all, things are looking up, and if I get overwhelmed, I’m only human.

Memory

It’s that time again…

 

Last week was not great for me. I skipped the gym altogether and ate terribly. Some weeks are like that. I’ve been stressed. My poor body has been complaining that I’ve been pushing it, and lately I have stiffness.

I still sometimes wonder if the laparoscopic surgery was the right decision. I do question that one because it was a rushed decision, and normally I take my time and am very thoughtful about my choices. But, when something shows up, and they don’t know what it is… it’s a frightening prospect.

It turned out to be non-life-threating (in that moment), but we could not have known that until afterwards. Still, it did not relieve the constipation or the pain, and caused problems for me just trying to live my life. I ended up basically getting fired over it. Other than losing my income, I then had to deal with recovery, and by then, most of my friends and family were well into caregiver the burnout phase.

What I suspect happened was something the medical professionals did prior. Yes, common practice is to yank out drain tubes. But, did anyone stop to consider the endo all over the place in there? That’s what I think happened- something got torn- whether it was endo or not. It’s not something I intend to pursue, but every one in a while, it reminds me of what I was doing last year at this time.

I’ve been taking measures to just get back into life, and with that comes, naturally, exposure to more people with their own agendas and whatnot. On a good day, I roll my eyes, but on a bad one, I cry at night over things I can’t control.

On these days of exasperation, I try to get back to the simple things in life, and it helps.

 

Sharing is Caring

Why have I filed this under multiple categories? Because it permeates every thing we do, everything we have done. Most women have experienced it. These are US statistics. It’s more than just the entertainment industry. 

#Metoo gives voice to survivors. Time or money towards women’s organizations also helps. There is no right way- only your own way through it. Take care of you. I focus on women because I am a woman.

Can’t sleep…

… so, here’s a post of some random updates.

*My nails have grown strong again and I love them. Stopping the soda helped.

*I feel like my body is changing shape again. No, I’m not some sort of alien… I just mean the ratio of muscle to fat (or something like that). I’ve been working on eating healthier lately.

*Girlfriend’s birthday is coming up, and I am looking forward to seeing her. We had plans last weekend, but I cancelled because the weather was poor. I feel like I let down my rainbow sisters and brothers b/c we were actually going to go to a random pride thing for the first time in forever. Oops.

*I’m tired often. It’s not illness fatigue like I talked about a few months ago. No, this is omg, I miss sleep. It is a privilege to be able to complain about this. And being harassed on a near-daily basis during my commute. And sometimes not having a seat on public transport. And some nasty lady gave me shit for changing in the curtained changing area at the gym. What? Really? Yes, really.

*Although my style is easily summarized as femme but not full-on lipstick, hair done, wearing heels femme, I have been wearing my now-shorter hair up & bought guys workout shirts because the women’s didn’t fit. Also, you know, weight gain means superboobs, and those really aren’t for show. I don’t mind looking cute, but guys at the gym can be weird sometimes. They posture. I ignore.

*But, I’ve noticed, when I do little changes- deliberately not falling within expectations, I am treated differently. So, there’s that. I don’t wear heels firstly because I don’t like them, and secondly, because I couldn’t even if I wanted to! I wear my hair up & not fluffy because sometimes I don’t feel fluffy.

 

 

 

Embracing Imperfection

Today I went shopping for clothes. I haven’t been clothes shopping in, um 5 years, maybe? I don’t even know. The last time I went shopping, I was a different size. I am not happy about the weight gain, but clothes must be worn, so clothes had to be purchased.

Long ago, I read an article that addressed this problem. It said, basically, don’t dishonor yourself by either wearing stuff that’s way too small, or buy clothes that you don’t like because you are mad you gained weight. Just be with it, in the moment.

My personal opinion is that there is always someone who can use them. Whether it’s a relative, a close friend, or a stranger, there will always be someone else you can help out by passing them on when you’re done. So yeah, basically, just buy the damn clothes, assuming you have the means to do so.

But, that’s not entirely my point…

Imperfection.

I’ve mentioned before that it’s not one one of my strengths. My family still expects a lot from me, despite my having been through hell. And I know that I can be hard on myself, too. Nature? nurture?- probably a little of both, I guess. Just know that it’s a struggle.

Before all the craziness, I would occasionally deposit myself into a mall or some such and get clothes when needed. It was something I always enjoyed doing, but obviously, was the first thing to go.

The thing is, I used to just sort of wander around… meander and really take in the whole experience for what it’s worth. This time, yes, of course, naturally, I was grateful- both to be physically and financially able to enjoy such a luxury. It’s not lost on me. It was just…harder. And, this frustrates me. I try to rejoin the land of the living, and I’m still struggling very much with simply walking. It hurts the pride while simultaneously making you proud that you are doing it.

So… imperfection. I’m trying, I really am…

Update

Yeah, I barely worked out this week. I went to one yoga class, which was a total bust. There’s nothing that can de-motivate a person like attending a class that’s supposed to be low-level, only to have the instructors be pushing it much harder than advertised. I can barely walk sometimes. I just want to get my stretch on. So, I don’t know about group exercise so far. Right now, it’s not working for me.

I also angered my injury the other day in a not-good way, and have been in pain ever since. I can feel it’s just angry- it’s not epically re-injured or anything… but yeah. And yes, I know to take it easy… was just in one of those can’t-win situations and whoop, there it is…

I’ve been re-watching GLOW and honestly, at this point, I’m pretty deep into it. I hope next season is just as good. There’s really nothing like it.

Despite being in pain, I am wavering on whether or not I want to go out today to get a few things done. Resting may win out.

I saw an old-ish interview with zelda williams, and man, she is a badass. She sounds like a person who has her shit together.

Oh, I’ve also watched interviews with many of the GLOW actresses, and the ones I saw seemed really intelligent. Though, there was this one interview I didn’t like as much because the interviewers took it in a kind of vapid direction.

I am not ready for fall. No, no, I don’t wanna, in the style of lego batman. I woke up from a sound sleep shivering. Not. Ready.

I bought some terrible coffee grounds the other day. So awful. I actually checked to see if they’d take them back. They did. Thanks, nice coffee-purveyors!

Hoping to be able to move in a few months or so, but even thinking about it is very stressful. I’ve been researching that and Other Things I Would Do If I Had Money. Even in the hypothetical, it’s kind of more stressful than fun to me. Why are cellphones so damn expensive? Why do they make them to only last a few years, when we are still basically in a recession? Blah. I mean, I’m not naive, I know these people aren’t in the business of charity… but it would look nice for their public images to have something accessible. Then again, they haven’t asked me…

Why do people not write you back when you ask them shit? Whatever. Just makes me not buy your thing. (In this case it was an apartment- which I’m not ready for yet, (just researching), but I was still put-off by people just ignoring my emails!). Oh look, I could’ve used the right kind of brackets. Oh well.

I’ve been getting coffee out now and then, which Girlfriend has given me shit for. In her defense, and if she’s reading this (she doesn’t usually), I do know she means well. But it just didn’t sit right. I mean, I’ve been so broke for so long… Coffee is a small treat.

I might make some waffles this morning. I still have some leftover mixes from that time I temped at a kitchen store. It’s so crazy for me to think of that now, compared to what I’m striving for. But, stuff like that keeps you humble and helped me a little with bills for as long as it lasted. May as well see if the mix is still good.

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Later…

Well, I’m out of that mix, but I found blueberry flapjack mix. I worked on teaching myself the whole pancake/flapjack making thing. The first one was lost to the pancake gods, the others were different experiments, but all good. Mostly, I’m just trying to find the right balance of heat.

Now, I have to decide if I want to get some pumpkin spice flavored waffle mix or not.

 

 

Update

I developed a UTI because of course I did /sarcasm/… I’ve been in touch w/the doctor & will go have it checked out. Usually, I can just take stuff & it goes away, but this one is particularly nasty.

Through some strange work of the world, I am travelling the same digs as my (long-ago) ex-girlfriend, and it’s super weird. Thankfully, we never travelled those digs together, but her shadow looms large. She was so different when we went out… now I see who she projects to the world and it just makes me angry in that “good for your success, but you didn’t have to step over me to get there…” way. It was a long time ago, I should just release that, but I’m only human.

Speaking of being human, my body was not really on-board with much this week. I skipped the gym most of the week. I went to a yoga class, which honestly kinda sucked, but I was trying to give it my all. It turned out I liked the fill-in teacher better. This one was acting like I was slowing down the class & was trying to redirect me to other classes. Such a pain because I’ve actually studied Hatha pretty extensively, so if I’m doing a modification, it’s bleeping intentional, lady! Yeah, yoga’s not supposed to make you angry, so there’s that…

…and because of the UTI and just feeling super run-down and awful, I skipped the do-it-yourself PT and the strength training. I might go over the weekend if I feel better. Haven’t decided yet.

More or less, my mind races at full speed while my body goes at its own slow pace. Sometimes I look like I’m mad at the world, but really, I’m just in pain so much of the time, it’s not great.

Inside, though, most of the time, I’m content, even happy.I just think maybe I tried to take on too much too soon, but for now, I’m just trying to get through it. Maybe I’ll feel better about things once I’m physically feeling better.

 

 

Update

I don’t even know where to start…

I joined a gym.

I took a little vacation with Girlfriend.

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Put all of this together, and yes, I wholly over-estimated my abilities. Pain is a thing… nearly all of the time. Just from existing, before I even get to the gym.

When I go to the gym, I am kind to myself. It’s actually a re-charge from the physical toughness of the day.

Don’t get me wrong, I am in love with it. It is just very, very hard, and if I didn’t like just being part of the world again so much, I would not be putting myself through this.

I go home and my body is swollen, and I sleep with parts propped up on pillows, sometimes my whole body, sometimes I sleep nearly seated- like I was in the hospital bed. I take NSAIDs according to their directions. I am kind to myself. But yes, it hurts.

GF says that it will get easier with time. I want to believe her. I kind of need to, for my own piece of mind.

But I am good inside. I feel happy. I feel alive again. It’s been a long time…