Slacking off in those two respects was probably what made the fatigue come back, big time.
At least that's what I suspect. I had several protein shakes yesterday and started on a high-dosage vitamin/mineral regimen to fill up my depleted stores. Guess what, I am, this morning, for the first time in ages, not tired. I slept like a baby for six and a half hours, thankfully uninterrupted by any emergency calls, woke up half an hour before the alarm went off, and am sitting here more alert than I had been in months.
I am also down 0.8 kilograms. Todays WI: 82.2 kgs or 180.8 pounds.
Still a pound above morbid obesity, but I intend to keep up the protein fast for the next days. Perhaps I'll be able to undo some of the damages that way.
I sometimes wonder if the fact that I have always hated my body has something to do with how often I simply forget to properly feed it. Drinking my water. Eating my protein. Taking my vitamins and minerals. It ought to be easy. But what happens regularly is that I start doing it, keep it up for a little while, and then forget to do it. Treating my body well is not something I am in the habit of doing.
I prefer being able to ignore it as completely as possible, thank you very much. Which also explains my aversion to intentional exercise.
The problem with that is that neglecting my body usually ends up making the demands of said body louder, causing all kinds of annoying symptoms like fatigue.
So, I should better get in the habit of taking regular care of the things my body needs.
After all, it and me will, statistically, have to get along another thirty or forty years. And keeping it well-nourished might just make it a bit more comfortable to live in.
Julia
