All Sacrificial Home Keepers know the joy of being in control of our home and little steps for the healthy woman are big strides for us. Only we know that exhilarating feeling of a bed made up freshly or a pantry that's finally had even one item of out of date food thrown out. We thrill at the little things, for with us, we have done the equivalent of climbing Mount Everest. And we should indeed, give ourselves a pat on the back. We do, indeed, rock.
In order to prevent another fibromyalgia/PMR flare, I have to pace myself, and this limits how much I can do... we all know that borrowing spoons from tomorrow will result in a clattering of cutlery as it hits the floor the next day, with the result that all our energy for the next few days will be in very short supply. It's just not worth pushing ourselves. It's a learning experience, and a painful one at that.
I have just finished my first month of my cleaning schedule. I have kept to the list and at the moment, I would not want to hide under my bed if we had visitors... our home would be ready for hospitality and company in about half an hour. An hour on bad days.
My menu lists are very effective and are a wonderful tool for when I have brain fog. I have curtailed long shopping expeditions and we just do a grocery shop once every two weeks. It's working well.
All in all, with pain-killers every 6 hours- just Panadol Osteo, and a nanna nap thrown in, I am milking this respite for all it's worth. At the end of the month, I will be weaned off the Prednisolone, and I dread the pain coming back. But for today, I am cooking up a storm, both physically and literally.
I will be making a stew in my crock pot/slow cooker. I am going to make a strawberry/apple/pear/cinnamon and honey smoothie for when Chris comes home from work. And, God willing, I plan to bake some choc chip cookies.
I know this isn't really cooking up a storm, but is one days' meals, but for me, it's a marathon. Praise God, I'm up for it today.
Warm, gentle hugs, Glenys
My voice shalt thou hear in the morning, O LORD; in the morning will I direct my prayer unto thee, and will look up. Psalm 5:3