DAY 13: Experiences are GREAT. Getting out there, doing new stuff, enjoying all that Life’s ‘rich tapestry’ lays before you. Never turn down those never to be repeated offers, that’s for damn sure. However, for some of us, there are limits. I’m at peak mental capacity right now, and all that’s happened is words on a screen. It’ll improve once this poetry’s edited and Submitted, allowing a brief respite before The Next Thing arrives to prevent anything new barging into view.
I’ve realised, probably for the first time properly enough to write it down, that My Best Life is not stacked full of variety. In fact, the more change you shove into it, the worse brain becomes at coping. This is, of course, autism writ large. Can it be altered? That’s a very good question, and one that 2019 will help solve. For now, the biggest single obstacle to MBL (which sounds like some financial institution) is my brain.
To tackle this in sensible, bite-sized chunks is clearly the answer going forward. My PT’s off for two weeks radio silence (very well deserved) and whilst she is away I have a plan. It is simple, and requires no real mental effort: get stronger. There’s leg days (cycling) and arm days (push up/pull up super sets plus hanging and other gubbins) plus core days (using a TRX unit) all to be done. The only fly in this ointment is that I give blood on Monday, which will reduce effective output for the first week.
However, with Huel as breakfast going forward, and today being Day One of Sugar Free January? This is all doable. Of course it is. The only issue is my ability to push.
The biggest enemy is myself.