IBS leaves me feeling lethargic 99.9% of the time. Even when I’m having minimal symptoms, I still feel tired. I ache, I yawn, I feel heavy and I crave rest and sleep.
To be a fully functioning human, I need to have at least seven hours sleep a night. Eight is preferable. I can even push that to nine at the weekends.
So much good stuff happened in February that I noted it all down to reflect on.
Realisation has kicked in that in 7 months time, I’ll be a Coates. Mrs Coates to you.
Anxiety is a little fucker. Sorry for the swearing but for me, there’s just no other way to describe it.
Last week I felt pooped. I’d had several days jammed with meetings and was feeling a little under the weather with swollen glands and a sore throat – which has now made me bed bound.
Let’s face it, January is tough. Especially if you’ve given up booze and pizza. I’ve actually done none of those things but am trying to get through the month without spending all money in the second week. Here are a few things that I’ll be doing to keep me going. Go give ’em a try.
I am a massive photo addict. I’m that person that won’t let you cut the cake until I’ve snapped it, my bunny can’t eat a carrot without having my phone in her face, and I even take photos of old photos, just so I can have a digital copy that’s easy to access. It’s safe to say that my phone is crammed, and today I’m sharing some of my favourite highlights.
It seems ironic to be writing this post a couple of days after saying that this is the year I’m going to be kinder to myself, however Monday set out to test me and my anxiety and I didn’t want to let it take over so early in the new year. So I put my new mantra into practice and attempted to calm the fuck down.
On my 30th birthday I was keen to go out and celebrate but instead my IBS flared its ugly head and meant I only felt less anxious once we’d cancelled our plans and I’d instead sunk my bloated, cramping belly into a hot bubble bath. This routine has become more frequent than I’d like and each time leaves me feeling frustrated that I’ve had to cancel my plans with friends, again. This year, I’m taking Anna’s advice (aka All About the Balance) and will start being more kind to myself.