After therapy I felt pretty drained and just all around sad. I was sitting on my couch wishing that I could lose some time. I wanted to go away for a while just to get away.
We had some drops in temperature that caused the fibromyalgia to kick up which didn’t help but I can handle that. At one point my husband, as a way of saying goodnight, said that he hoped my pain went away, and in my mind I almost laughed bitterly thinking, “Which pain is that?”
I felt like crying yesterday but of course I didn’t. What’s new. However I was quite proud of myself for only eating 889 calories. I was happy about it but I can’t share that with my husband. I exercised for over an hour today, hoping to add some oomph to yesterday’s success. well, it’s not a total success because my goal is 800 calories a day, but I was close. I’m also looking at percentages and if I remember correctly, that number was about 47% of my recommended caloric intake. Seeing that number made me feel good too. As of now the day is more than halfway over and I haven’t eaten anything yet which is also good.
Everyday for almost a month, has been about a daily weigh-in and keeping track of every single calorie I put in my mouth. I’ve been experimenting with taking laxatives and there’s a certain satisfaction from getting things out of my body. I haven’t figured out which one I want to use more since I have several types but I’ll mess with it.
As an odd side-note I also noticed that I enjoy taking those pills just for the sake of swallowing a bunch of pills. It made me wonder how many I could take without messing my intestines up.