Today has been a physically hard day for me. I have fibromyalgia and for the past two years I’ve been learning how to care for my body to lessen the number of flare-ups I have. Fibromyalgia presents itself as general body pain—all over. I’m achy many days but a full-out flare up is when the pain is debilitating.
When I woke up this morning, I knew it wasn’t a good day. Honestly, I haven’t had a really bad flare up in months. I used to have about two a month, but I started on a nutritional supplement called Vemma that has really made a huge difference. I’ve moved from one or two flare-ups a month to about four flare-ups a year. That’s a huge difference! (If you know of someone who struggles with fibromyalgia or another health issue, email me at firstname.lastname@example.org and I’ll be happy to give you more info about Vemma! It really has made a huge difference for me!)
Between exercise, nutrition, and the supplement, I’m thankful that my really bad days are few and far between. But when they hit, that doesn’t mean I struggle any less. I’m a “doer.” I like to accomplish things. And laying in bed isn’t accomplishing anything, in my mind.
But I’ve had to put a new perspective in place over the past two years. Listening to my body and caring for it with appropriate rest is accomplishing something. No you can’t cross it off a “to do” list or see the the results of an accomplished task, but it still has a purpose and, in the long run, does accomplish something.
When you or I are forced down with a “sick day,” it definitely puts a cramp in our style. It’s inconvenient. It blocks our goals. And quite frankly it messes with our ability to do our mommy responsibilities. But occasionally our body says “enough is enough” and we need to pay attention. Whether it’s a chronic illness we deal with like fibromyalgia or an acute illness like the stomach flu or a cold, we have to listen to our body, lay aside our goals for the day, and take care of our physical needs. For me, that meant a long nap this afternoon and not moving from the recliner for the rest of the evening. The family had to fend for themselves for supper and I’m quite sure none of them were hurt by having to serve themselves. And the other thing I had to do was ask for help. Oh, that’s so hard for us independent moms! I had to ask Mark to take over on kid-duty and meal duty today. I hate to do that to him—it’s his weekend too, but I had no choice. I was pretty much non-functional.
None of us are supermoms. We’re just human beings trying to do our best everyday. But sometimes the best thing we can do is take care of this body that God gave us. And that, in the long run, can be the best thing for our family, too!
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