Gone are the days that I woke after seven, eight, or nine hours of sleep (that is…when I wasn’t going through a spell of insomnia) and felt the heaviness of fatigue enveloping me like a blanket of bricks, having to go through mental gymnastics to convince myself to emerge from the bed and start my day. Also seemingly gone is what has been my more recent need to take an almost daily nap. This issue of fatigue now seems to be part of my history, not my present. Whoo-hoo!!! Party hats and horns!
Even before all this cancer nonsense came up and I was swamped with running my business and maintaining a hectic teaching schedule, I would try to get in a nap on Saturday and Sunday, if only a short one. Even when I was well-beyond swamped with work and the NYCF program and the move to NY, I still found it difficult not to allow myself that one nap on Sunday afternoon despite the guilt that I felt for using my limited, precious family time for such an indulgence.
Practically overnight, I now feel more energy than I have felt in a couple of years. For the life of me, I can’t quite figure it out. I suppose that my body has started to adjust to the hormone replacement drug. The increase in my energy level seems to have happened overnight. In fact, I had just seen the doctor a couple of weeks ago to try to find some viable solutions to combat the fatigue. I few days after that appointment I started noticing a difference, an overall increase in energy. This past week, I didn’t nap at all. I didn’t feel the need. Drum roll please and the release of the party balloons!
Now that the weighty veil of fatigue has been lifted, I now see that I had actually been suffering from chronic fatigue (or something close to it) for some time and I hadn’t even realized it. I fought against it continually, sometimes winning a battle but never fully winning the war. The cancer diagnosis was my catalyst to surrender my body up to the fatigue, allowing myself not to feel guilty for requiring a nap, even if it was daily.
Now it is over. Or it seems to be at least. I feel great. Well, at least great in terms of energy level. I have started taking pilates twice weekly with Claudia. We take it at a physical therapy center so it is like pilates for broken people. With Cláudia’s back problems and my having recently discovered aches and pains that I didn’t know could exist, we feel right at home there. I already see improvement, especially in the gluteus maximus. I am quickly developing a bubble butt just like Cláudia and Evan. Whoo-hoo!
Even before all this cancer nonsense came up and I was swamped with running my business and maintaining a hectic teaching schedule, I would try to get in a nap on Saturday and Sunday, if only a short one. Even when I was well-beyond swamped with work and the NYCF program and the move to NY, I still found it difficult not to allow myself that one nap on Sunday afternoon despite the guilt that I felt for using my limited, precious family time for such an indulgence.
Practically overnight, I now feel more energy than I have felt in a couple of years. For the life of me, I can’t quite figure it out. I suppose that my body has started to adjust to the hormone replacement drug. The increase in my energy level seems to have happened overnight. In fact, I had just seen the doctor a couple of weeks ago to try to find some viable solutions to combat the fatigue. I few days after that appointment I started noticing a difference, an overall increase in energy. This past week, I didn’t nap at all. I didn’t feel the need. Drum roll please and the release of the party balloons!
Now that the weighty veil of fatigue has been lifted, I now see that I had actually been suffering from chronic fatigue (or something close to it) for some time and I hadn’t even realized it. I fought against it continually, sometimes winning a battle but never fully winning the war. The cancer diagnosis was my catalyst to surrender my body up to the fatigue, allowing myself not to feel guilty for requiring a nap, even if it was daily.
Now it is over. Or it seems to be at least. I feel great. Well, at least great in terms of energy level. I have started taking pilates twice weekly with Claudia. We take it at a physical therapy center so it is like pilates for broken people. With Cláudia’s back problems and my having recently discovered aches and pains that I didn’t know could exist, we feel right at home there. I already see improvement, especially in the gluteus maximus. I am quickly developing a bubble butt just like Cláudia and Evan. Whoo-hoo!