I woke up because every muscle in my body is on fire. Existing hurts. I did ten minutes of light yoga and walked 9k steps yesterday. The day before, I completed four exercises with 6lb weights or body weights. This isn’t DOMS. This is an autoimmune flare. Again. Sunday, I felt great. Good enough to […]
I realize today why I hate making plans: I never know how I will feel in the future. I never know if I will have to cancel, or if I will have grit my teeth and force myself through it in the name of being a good friend, a good daughter, a good ally, a good person. Only to collapse after.