I suppose you’ve noticed a lot of my posts talk about how busy I have been. How much I have going on. One legged man in an ass kicking contest. Long tail cat in a room full of rocking chairs. All of this means stress.
My body has a few ways to process stress. I am a stress eater, first and foremost. But after seeing how fat I looked in the legoland pictures, I am doing no sugar, no grains. You just can’t stress eat a steak. It doesn’t work.
I also try to moderate my stress with daily yoga. It helps a lot. Except I stopped yoga because I was spending every spare minute on all the stuff piling up. My spy novel edits, beta read for my nephew, prepping curic for class, painting the trim, cleaning paint from the floors, moving furniture – before the party on the 4th. While handling all the usual: home school the kiddo, keep the house running type stuff.
So my body decided to put a stop to this insanity. First my massage therapist asked about my swollen lymph nodes in my neck. I blew it off, I thought it was left over from the mild head cold I had had the week before. Then I got really tired all the time and needed to nap daily. I had a headache for days at a time. And then I noticed my left hand smelled like garlic. well fuck. It’s back…..
In my 20’s I got Epstein Barr, you might know it as Mono. But some lucky people get CFS from it, which can come back again and again, whenever you get overly stressed. I haven’t had a relapse in years.