The morning of The Cure concert day was a bad start. More gut junk. Finally had energy and got ready, went, but air quality was ORANGE, and I was huffing and puffing without knowing why.
I ate bad stuff no-no stuff. Little recourse.
I was in stiff miserable pain after getting home at 12:30am ALL OVER misery, itchy, miserable. I curled up in a ball in corner of our IKEA big corner couch. Whatever sleep I got was small. The night before was even less. I was running a sleep deprivation experiment I guess.
The next day I felt some better, and the day after that more. Plus sore muscles from all the trekking around the venue on Tuesday.
I’m trying to do the right thing. Get the right food into my life.
For days now my guts have been slow.
This morning I had to go three times, but not the worst like the beginning of the week. (So far …)
I tried a small workout on TotalGym today. My first ever. I’ve been putting it off for months. Yikes, I’m stupid, I know.
Many other things are adding to undue stress and misery this weekend and through this next week. It’s just too much for me to actually be who I need to be, calm, eating fresh, eating low histamine, taking supplements, chilling, chilling, chilling.
Instead, stress, cortisol, inflammation, histamine, all rise and make me so … can I die now?
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