" If you couldn't do it again tomorrow, you shouldn't be doing it today."
So reluctantly I wave my friends off. I know this is a bit more self-indulgent than I usually am, but people have asked about the fibromyalgia side of my blog so here it is. I expect to feel a bit sad, like a dejected child who can't have their own way, as I'm quite used to the feeling of loneliness that hits when I'm forced to sit out of things I once loved. This time though, I find only a minute or two pass before I realise I'm feeling an immense amount of pride. Too many times I do things I know I shouldn't, only to find I can't and I end up in a bit of a mess. Not only is that mess a bit disastrous at the time but it can take days, weeks or months to recover.
The point of this blog was partly to keep me focused on the 5:2 diet, and partly to help me focused on looking after my health and I suddenly realise it's working. The initial panic and insecurity disappear, the feeling of loneliness quickly passes, and whilst I know it's sad to miss out on the fun of the walk, I'm feeling quite smug. Go me! Do they give out medals at the Pain Clinic for things like this?