My last post in this new series about living well with chronic illness was about Brittany and her love of coffee. This week I would like to introduce Linda, another chronic illness blogger, who lives in a most beautiful part of the world and gets to work with my favourite sweet treat – chocolate!
One of the things I aim to do with this website is offer inspiration to others faced with illness in living their lives as best they can.
This is the first article in a series of feature posts called “Living Well with Chronic Illness” and I am extremely pleased to introduce Brittany Wattenbarger, of A Southern Celiac, as my first guest. Drum roll please… Continue reading Brittany Wattenbarger: Living well with chronic illness
Pausing the brain’s pathways can reduce your stress.
What do you notice about your responses when you are stressed?
How much are they tinged with emotion vs rational commentary?
Notice how you might be short with people, impatient, blunt, perhaps angry?
We are built that way.
Listening to your body and making conscious lifestyle choices will lead you to a calmer existence.
Most of you know the merits of meditation and mindfulness. Enabling quiet pause, reflection and steadiness in the here and now. Allowing worrying thoughts to pass you on by in those precious moments. But what if you could somehow adopt these practices for more than the 10–20 mins you perhaps do it each day? What if you could do it more continuously? What might that look like?
Adrenaline, my adrenergic tendencies and I have become very acquainted. It’s my side kick in life.
It’s a bit like your favourite tipple at the pub when someone asks ‘what’s your poison?’. You lap it up at the time but suffer from the effects of it big time when you’ve done it to excess. And having had to live with the excess side of things since 2014, when my body just went completely haywire, I’ve become quite knowledgeable about its impact.
Spoonies I’m in some strife and I need your help with my pacing strategies.
This is your call to action….. (Everyone else, strange ‘spoonie’ and ‘spoon’ references will become clearer….)
Life these last few weeks has been ridiculous. This crazy, stupid, mad woman has been cramming just too much in. My pacing strategies have gone completely out the window. And for what? To try and earn some god damn money. Damn it. Continue reading I can’t spoon for toffee… say what?
Frustrated. Angry. Disappointed. Bloody over it.
Woke up this morning not in the best mood (can you tell?). Too many expletives to mention exited my mouth. Husband has slunk off to a quieter place. Though he did make me a cup of tea first. All because of my invisible illness. Continue reading Dealing with the invisible