Boy it’s been a crazy year-that’s all I can say. Work has been difficult and I’m battling loneliness with all the covid restrictions. I go to work but half the time my clients hate me so it’s not a solution for loneliness.
Something else happened:
I got labs (blood work) back from my naturopath that treats my autoimmune disease. He said my antibodies for Hashimotos look real good-that I almost look in remission (of course that doesn’t change my hair loss-weirdly enough). But he added that my blood sugar and insulin are super high and my cortisol is in the opposite direction it should be.
He asked if I was stressed.
No shit Sherlock. I am always stressed.
So now I can’t eat potatoes, rice, corn, carrots, NO CHEETOS and basically no sugar or simple carbs (just to make 2020 more fun).
I haven’t had ANY of this since Wednesday. I almost fall asleep at 5pm.
Does this mean I’m withdrawing from sugar?? Asking for a friend that obviously can eat whatever he wants.
Lots of women right now are on social media talking about their Covid weight and how they’re planning on, participating, or advertising a new diet.
I think we all need to congratulate ourselves for living in 2020. It’s been stressful, it’s different, sometimes it’s scary, we are isolated from other people, they are also weird natural disasters going on, along with political and racial conflict too.
Oh and masks! Wear a mask, don’t wear a mask. Who knows right?
Maybe it’s ok to say-Hey thank goodness it’s almost September and I’m a survivor. My body and my mind are strong and I can do hard things.
Isn’t this more important than the stupid number on the scale?
I am surviving 2020-that’s the most important thing.