… doesn’t mean I want to hear you say it.
I see an occupational therapist sometimes. It’s part of the Condition Management Programme that the disability adviser sent me on. In theory it will help with the fatigue, brain fog, and pain. We chat about how I approach tasks (teeny, tiny steps) and try to pace tasks to conserve energy. There’s nothing new about it, but it helps me be concious of what I’m doing.
I’m to start keeping records of what I do/ how tired it makes me feel. We got chatting about various activities- go for walks, do yoga now that I’ve rediscovered the dvd. All very polite, helpful, concerned.
Then, “Would you be interested in losing weight?”
She might has well have pointed and laughed, “Yo! Fatty!”
I’m well aware that I’m
softer rounder cuddlier fatter than I’d like, but err, ok then, hello motivation …
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