Reflections

It's 18 December 2009. Roughly this time last year, I was stressing over the thought of spending Christmas with people who don't like me (i.e., my boyfriend's family). This year, I'm not as stressed, although I do have a niggling fear that Christmas, as usual, may not be a happy one.

But that's not related to CFS. Or is it? Looking back, it seems like this time last year, I didn't talk very much about my physical incapabilities. Perhaps I simply got tired of droning on. But it makes me wonder if now - a year on - my ability to recover completely is being hampered by not my physical capibilities, but not knowing what my physical limits are.

In these past few months, I have been rockclimbing, going on field trips to help with studies on birds, going on weekend-long camping trips, walking my dog, and volunteering at two offices. I wouldn't say I've been inactive in the slightest.

So, how am I not normal? Well, I do ache, though not as badly as before. And I do rest a lot - but wouldn't anyone with a lifestyle like mine?

I wonder if my need to rest can be lessened by toning down on my activities, and my aches can be fixed by eating right (lots of veggies, no wheat, no sugar, no dairy, among other things) - I haven't been strict with my diet.

Maybe it should be my new year's resolution to tone it down a bit and eat well. Maybe after eating well, and not doing things around the clock, I'll have more energy to focus on getting fitter, and ultimately, more 'normal'.

In any case, I've come a long way in a year. All things considered, it has been a great year of recovery.