All the people hoping to get Cyclosporiasis to lose weight amaze me. Imagine all the symptoms that come with a stomach bug, but it lasting a month in the dead of summer. Insanity.
I need a minimum number of introverted hours to recover from having to be extroverted daily.
The strangest, yet most beneficial way I end a gym session is standing in a vibrating booth in my birthday suit surrounded by bright, red light. Also, I was sweating my ass off today & all my muscles felt engaged which means I’m about to start seeing deeper progress. My muscles are waking back up.
I literally was just thinking, “Is tonight the new moon?,” while in this hydromassage bed & one actual second later I got this notification
The girls at the gym that are my kids’ ages mean mug me if I’m working out near their little boyfriends, and the boys who can’t lift weights watch me lift heavier than them (which isn’t heavy for upper body at least) like they’re threatened. Meanwhile, I’m minding my own business and age group.
I literally sat down to eat this with intention of going to the gym in an hour & the sky turned dark, pressure changed, & yet another severe storm notification. Middle Georgia feels more like Houston this summer than last.
I’ve done the legs up the wall pose for years, before I ever knew I had dysautonomia. Or rather, before I knew the condition that caused the issues. If I feel unreasonable fatigue or malaise, I do this for 10 minutes & I add salt or combined electrolytes to my water & chug it. Don’t lock your knees.
I am a menace and should not be allowed in the kitchen when I get an idea…but it has protein, fiber& it’s gf
I’m tired of being isolated & just working to survive. I need to get tf out of Georgia, this place isn’t it.
Welp…so much for casually watching the storm from bed. Our power surged & internet went down as well. My dog is currently hiding in the bathroom & hyperventilating. Emergency vehicles are out. I guess I’ll wait to order dinner. This was in Warner Robins near Centerville around 5:30pm today.
My bedroom window faces the direction most of the summer storms come from so I’m watching the electrical storm roll through in bed.
One of these things is not like the other. Solco = bad. Elite = good.
There’s currently a very fine line between nourishing your body and being attacked by the very same food.
I go to the gym to beat up my muscles so I can move, then make the machines beat up my muscles so I can move. This makes perfect sense to anyone with a connective tissue disorder.
I still keep these songs in my music library because I appreciate the gained perspective from the tied experiences.
She’s so beautiful…from afar because if you get too close the cicadas will pee on you.
Trying the wellness pod for the first time today & of course I choose autumn & winter mountain & forest scenes with the pine scent to lower my HR. I long to be home again.
I’ve been reclaiming my Sundays for self-care, family dinner & my spiritual practices. Only what recharges me.
I would be okay celebrating with this…let’s be real, I’d celebrate with gross Georgia tap water at this point
I’m about to smudge the house & continue my John Wick marathon, then tomorrow grab some wine & flowers after the gym, make a simmer pot & get acquainted with whatever timeline we’re on now.
Does a 1st/ 2nd rib subluxation hurt like a b? Yes. Does it hurt to put it back in place on your own? Also yes. Will it happen again? You know it will.
I’m choosing violence and ripping my peace back from anyone who tries to steal it from me.
Just got a notification that the full moon is rising as the storm encroaches upon the house. The sky is dim grey-orange & completely overcast right now.
We decided to go from bi-weekly to weekly Sunday dinner & tbh I go to the gym to enjoy this day to the fullest. I bought a new torch since mine’s stored across the country & now I’ll be insufferable with creme brûlée.
