So I laid on the damn pt table to do ‘gentle’ stretches, and tears rolled down my cheeks. I know this is part of what makes up my issues and it seems to be part of the fibromyalgia. I’ve tried to explain for months how exercise doesn’t build me up and make me stronger. I can push my way through things, except actual exercises. The repetition breaks me down worse than before.
I’m trying to figure this out – diet, what I can do, feeling better, handling the pain…Now that I finally know what it is.
About Morning Knits
I believe in and practice positive living. I love YARN, cooking, music, bird watching, herbs, and gardening. I am passionate about YHWH the Elohim of all the earth. I believe it's our responsibility to tend that earth. I basically do my thing in a quiet, amused way. I believe in laughter, and the power of combined prayer. I am a true homebody.
I have 6 kids, all home-born and successfully breastfed. They are all grown. I'm the oldest of 9, daughter of a missionary mother who lives in Kenya, and I have a spoiled service dog and 2 rescued cats.
Right now, there is balance after yrs of unemployment. My disability was approved due to degenerative discs, fibromyalgia, and obesity. That last is hard to say. I believe we owe it to ourselves to protect our mental health. It's precious and the one thing we can control. I would rather not do my own housework and I talk too much. I bought a house in North Carolina which I ended up leaving for my husband to sell. I'm a two-time caregiver. My husband and I are separated due to stroke complications and personality difficulties.
I am in Texas now. The one place on earth I said I'd never go unless Yah moved me there and HERE I AM! G and I are sharing a small apartment and so far, things are going well.
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