The importance of knowing your limits

Posted by Rochelle . on

It was a really busy week. The kids started back to school. Boo is in middle school now! Ack!  Sunshine started 1st grade. Bum bum, not to be left out, took her first step this week. She's only 11 months! Slow down little one!

Between the back to school shopping, trying to get the house in order, and working part time, it was a high-energy week for me. I had wanted to start my Elimination Diet this week, but with everything else going on, I decided to wait until things are a little bit more stable. One of the things I've learned in dealing with this chronic illness is that I have to pace myself. Sometimes goals I was hoping to accomplish need to wait a little bit or I'll completely crash from pushing myself too much. I've also learned to put my pride aside and take help where I need it.  For example, my husband needed help with a construction job he's working on. He needed me to go to a big box store and pick up some Hardware and other items. I was already feeling quite exhausted. I knew I had a lot of other things I needed to get done that same day and walking all around the store would use up what little energy I had. Plus, I had the gaggle of kids with me and keeping them corralled uses up energy in and of itself. As I was walking up to the store, I commented on how tired I was. Boo said, "Do you want me to go get the old lady cart for you? I have no idea where she came up with the name for the cart, but I laughed and said that's a good idea.  I drove around the store in an electric cart getting everything I needed.

Now for me, using the electric card is rather embarrassing. Remember, other than being overweight, I look perfectly healthy. So as I'm sitting there driving around the store with two kids in tow and the little one on my lap, people are giving me strange looks. I'm sure it looks like I'm just lazy. However, I know that I only have a certain amount of energy to use each day. I wasn't wasting it walking around the store when I could take the help from an electric cart.

I recently ran acrossed an idea called The Spoon Theory. In essence it says that we each get a certain amount of spoons each day. Once the spoons are used up, then we are done with activities until the next day. You can read more about it here:

I've very much taken that theory to heart and think carefully about where I'm using my spoons each day. Walking around a store wasn't worth a spoon. I swallowed my pride and did what I need to do to be able to support my family. The job got done and I helped my husband.

I look forward to the day when I no longer need to worry or even give a second thought about walking around a store. That is my goal; to get back to where I was.  Where I didn't have to think about energy, I just had to think about what need to be done that day and I could go do it. Hopefully, I will get there soon. Until then, I rest when I can so that my body can heal. Several naps this week, going to bed early, I do what I need to do.


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