What a week I’ve had.
Remember last week, when I told you I was going to change my life – one small step at a time – using my keywords, Mind, Body and Spirit?
If you were paying attention, you’ll recall that things didn’t quite go according to plan, due to a rotten cold that laid me low and left me feeling pretty wrung-out. Well, I was hoping things would pick up this week. To put it bluntly, they didn’t.
DH has been full of cold, too, so we haven’t been outside the door. Now, I don’t know if it’s down to post-viral fatigue, or whether it’s because I haven’t actually been out of my house since the 22nd December (yes, honestly!) apart from a brief jaunt just around the corner to my daughter’s on New Year’s Eve, but whatever the reason, I’ve found my spirits plunging this week.
Not only have I been absolutely shattered, sleeping eleven or twelve hours each night, but I’ve found myself constantly battling tears. I haven’t even had the energy to scroll through Facebook, which is a good thing because that makes me cry, too. I made a huge mistake the other day and watched Brexit: An Uncivil War, followed by I, Daniel Blake. I sobbed and sobbed through them both, wailing to myself that life was so unfair and the world had gone mad and people were suffering and it was all so horrible!
Well, in a way that’s understandable. Both programmes are pretty heart-wrenching. When poor Katie visited the food bank in I, Daniel Blake, I couldn’t see for tears. But when you’re watching comedy films or even adverts, for goodness sake, and they still make you cry, you know you’re in trouble. The other day I was watching an advert for a car, and I blubbed because it was about a clearly infatuated couple on a romantic date, who turned out to be married to each other. Oh pur-lease!
DH popped his head around the bedroom door the other morning and told me he’d put a chicken casserole in the slow cooker for later. I couldn’t muster much enthusiasm but I thanked him. Then, as he headed back downstairs, he casually revealed he’d accidentally used chicken breasts instead of chicken thighs. Catastrophe! I promptly burst into tears again. I know! I sat there, blubbing to myself about how awful everything was – because of a chicken casserole.
My daughter thinks I’ve gone stir crazy and need to get out of the house, and she’s probably right. If I could stay awake long enough and muster the energy to do so I’d follow her advice.
At least DH is well again and has gone back to work. Hopefully, we’ll go somewhere this week and I’ll regain a bit of energy and perspective. I’ve got a Fitbit in my office which has been in its box since I bought it over a year ago. I’m going to charge it up and put it on. It will probably send an urgent message back to its manufacturer that it’s either broken or I’m in a coma, but hey ho.
I have, though, managed to improve my bad eating habits. I’ve had fruit and veg every day, switched to wholemeal bread, and only eaten between midday and six pm. Maybe it’s sugar deprivation that’s making me weepy?! Bring on the chocolate! (Only kidding!)
Anyway, by this time next week I intend to have been out of the house, done some walking and cheered myself up a bit. I’ve watched four Cary Grant films this week and that’s helped (cor!) and I did a bit of plotting (for a book, you understand, not for anything sinister in real life).
I’m well aware that all this must sound pathetic, and I expect you’re all rolling your eyes, tutting and telling me to get a grip. I will do, promise. Maybe I need vitamins? Or a stiff drink? Or a good talking to?
Anyway, I’ll say farewell for now because, frankly, I’m worn out with all this yakking. Tune in next week to see if I make it as far as my front door. Ooh, the excitement of it all …
And just before I go, I must tell you that from 14th to 18th January, Belle, Book and Christmas Candle is just 99p! Yay!
Have a great week