Compared to my post at the end of January, the optimism and excitement I had at the time has gradually dispersed. I’ve no energy lately and I am tired, which is weird considering the days are getting longer and I’m eating a bit better. I went through a couple of days where I actually felt good about my body for once, so much so that I made a post about it on Instagram (that’s a big deal for me!), but alas, that has disappeared into the abyss.
Money is a very big strain at the moment – maybe that’s mentally tiring me out? Roll on 28th Feb; payday and the day I fly to Poland.
My new set of compression stockings came in the post the other day, and today is my first day wearing them. They are a lot longer than my petite ones I initially got given, and they have a tighter compression. The latter is a good thing, although I think it could be a bit a stronger by my foot. Kinda wish they were toe socks, despite how ugly they are.
The fact that they are longer is irritating. I have to pull them way up to the very top of my thigh for them to fit and compress properly. So maybe the petite ones are right for me, but I’m going to have to wait at least 6 months to go back and tell them that, when I have my review. I suppose it’s not going to be spot on the first time round, and I need to learn what works for me…
I took these new compression stockings to work with me to put on in the disabled loo, as I was in a rush this morning. As I was pulling them up my leg it was a lot more difficult than before, and was so frustrating and demoralising. It just made me feel really crap and fat and ashamed. And then they started physically irritating the inside of my thigh.
On top of that, I’ve not been doing my LMD. I know. Not good. But there are not enough hours in the day. I’d like to move to Mars please, and get an extra 37 minutes, that way I could get a couple more things done at least.
(Just kidding, I’d probably spend the extra minutes snuggling with my spiky son).