I Don't Know Whether The Weather Is To Blame

My sleep has been wonderful, but that is the only thing. I woke up with Adam when the alarm went off, then fell back to sleep and woke up again shortly before ten with a violent headache. The muscles in my legs were spasming and shaking badly. I lay in bed until noon, staggered into the shower, and tried to massage my head, face, and neck until I realized it wasn't helping. I made breakfast, hoping I just needed food. Didn't help. Yoga didn't help. Taking a walk around the neighborhood didn't really help. I am now drinking kratom-infused superfruit juice blended with yerba mate. That is finally helping. Kratom is something I take when nothing else seems to help, not even Soma.

I am very grateful for my knowledge of skin care right now. My skin has been dry and flaky, red and itchy. I've been able to keep it moisturized and nourished easily, but it's ongoing. Thanks to Vicki, Ann, and Cyndi, and their products and information.

Does anyone have anything they'd like to say that they don't want to say elsewhere? Venting, ranting, rambling, babbling? I can give hugs like whoa.

Now I shall continue to look at adorable kittens!
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Food Ramble.

I really do need to set some sort of alarm throughout the day. I actually forgot to eat for seven solid hours. I was so completely involved in a creative task that the passage of time did not indicate my need for food. I had eaten a substantial meal around one in the afternoon, got to my laptop, and began writing while Star Trek The Next Generation episodes played as background noise on the television. In more than one episode, characters ate meals. I'd notice this and look up at the clock on the cable box, and not once did I think about stopping my work to go fix myself lunch.
Adam came home around eight and mentioned that he had already eaten dinner while out. I finally, finally realized that I had not eaten anything except a spoonful of almond butter since my earlier meal. I hurried downstairs and fixed myself a bowl of leftover pasta with meat sauce, and a glass of milk. I'm thinking about going back for a second bowl.
I really have to monitor myself more closely, especially considering my history with eating disorders and disordered eating. My father does this constantly when he is outside sculpting with stone or painting in his studio. I imagine my behavior is similar. So caught up in our work that we forget, neglect, or ignore our bodies' need for food. It was completely unintentional, and I have to promise myself that I will take breaks for food. Finishing this novel is important, but not as important as making sure I eat every day in a timely manner.
Going back for more food, now.

Body Ramble.

This constant daily fatigue has got to stop some time, right?
Tomorrow, I'm going to attempt some basic bellydancing moves and Pilates moves and strength training moves. Yoga annoys me sometimes so I do other things (also I am tired of people trying to push yoga like it's the cure for everything, so I think I subconsciously stay away from yoga except for the basic poses that I actually enjoy).
Adam has tomorrow off. If we decide to just stay in and relax, I will probably go for a long walk. Maybe we can ride our bikes to the Giant.
I truly need to get back in shape. I don't think it will do much of anything except get me in shape and be fun, but that's the point. I wish people would stop trying to insist that fibromyalgia and similar chronic pain disorders are all caused by being out of shape or overweight or lazy. Suddenly there are internet doctors everywhere and they all know how to cure us without knowing us. I am not overweight or lazy, but I am out of shape and tired.
I think I feel cynical and irritable tonight. PMS and all that.
I feel slightly better after eating, so the problem wasn't strictly lack of food. I think it is just a flare that is low-level and creeping rather than loud and outright. Also, spasticity and hypertonia, especially in my left arm and left shoulder.
I woke up this morning with all three cats curled up in a triangle formation around me. I couldn't get out of bed without disturbing at least one of them. But if I disturb one, I disturb them all, so oh well. They did all go back to sleep, which was amusing, since they were all in the same position. I call it the cinnamon roll position.