Beautiful Friday

The weather in my part of Texas right now is gorgeous...

Every day brings with it a little more recovery and healing. The four days spent bedridden and ill really messed me up and even my back injury was inflamed by the whole ordeal. I've been walking around elderly style with my back out of whack and my right leg not quite in sync. But today feels much better! So much better that I'm going to work outside today for as much as I can.

I've been researching my diet and cleaning that up bit by bit, the hardest blow was breaking up with coffee. Although over the years I had slowly weaned my caffeine addiction (quit sodas, and was down to only one cup of coffee in the morning regularly) I didn't know just how strange it would be to not make a beeline to my coffee pot every morning first thing. I felt lost. The first few days sucked, headaches, foggy head and dizziness. That was quitting ONE cup in the morning! Geez, I can't imagine what anything more would have been like. Caffeine is a bad thing for me -even a little bit right now. And coffee in itself is a bitter and acidic fluid- not the ideal thing to pour into your gas tank when your gas tank is already on fire. So I just turned to my blender and have been making juicey purees that are heavy on the potassium. Those and almond milk smoothies with plain yogurt and banana have been my first drink of the mornings. So far so good and I already see signs of improvement. Last night I actually slept a full night sleep- something very rare that hasn't happened in a long long while. I read coffee messes with you in even the smallest amounts. Maybe once in a blue moon I can have a decaf latte heavy on the latte but not chancing anything right now.

I'm also having to cut red meat because if you have cysts it's one of the worst things you can put in your body. This weeks been slow going, me trying to climb back up to a new "normal" energy level and take care of stuff. Appreciating the simple act of sitting and being- without pain. The simple act of drinking WATER. Eating simple foods. But today- finally- I'm going to PAINT. Outside.

Glorious.

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