Here’s the thing. I haven’t been doing anything particularly well for the past few weeks. I haven’t eaten particularly well. I’ve missed Nanos for the last week or so. I haven’t been walking at work like I should. I haven’t been sleeping particularly well – interesting nightmares last night… I’m not particularly happy, but I’m not particularly down either. In spite of all of that, I feel pretty good. Pretty darn good.
This is the nature of fibromyalgia, the reason it’s so difficult to manage. By all accounts, I should feel terrible this morning. Why? Because of Talenti coconut pecan chocolate chip gelato, which I consumed merrily last night just before bedtime. Because I didn’t stretch or exercise at all yesterday. I just flopped into bed and had nightmares all night about trying to escape from some house I was being held captive in – my captor turned out to be a very nice and polite, rug cleaning guy slightly reminiscent of the commandant in Bridge on the River Kwai. I still jumped out the window with one shoe on. It was snowy and uphill. I should be groggy, stiff, sore… Okay, I admit to a stiff and sore back, but I’m feeling pretty darn good.
Now, next week when I’m sleeping better, eating better, exercising again – we’ll see if that pretty darn good can hold out. It’s never a guarantee. Doing all the right things is not a sure thing to feeling good. And in this case doing all the wrong things is not a sure thing to feeling bad.