I am so ill. Not sure what kind of a bug I have, but it hit me hard Wednesday. Hard. Yet, I still have thoughts of exercise. There’s no way I can move today – and I know this, but I have autopilot. I think “maybe I will feel better if I went for a walk.”
Just putting on my sneakers to take Zoe for a stroll exhausted me. So much so, that I had to lie down and rest. (Hence the picture.)
Who am I kidding? What drives me to keep going when I simply cannot?
So, there I was. Laying in bed with my sneakers on. Insane.
It’s times like these the perversity of this disease just astounds me. I mean, seriously. What am I thinking? It’s like feeling like death-warmed-over becomes “natural” – the new “norm.” So you just keep going.
But you get nowhere.
So grateful to God for showing me this today and realizing more and more everyday that His way is easy. He gives rest. My way? Not so much.
Also? Thank goodness for Coconut water.