That nasty little thing called stress…
For the last four weeks I’ve had one illness after another and there seemed to be no light at the end of the tunnel, at least until recently.
The thought of moving not only to a new house but relocating to an entirely different country was and an exciting adventure to me, not once did it occur to me that it might be stressful!
However, it would seem that if my brain wouldn’t acknowledge the fact that uprooting our entire life to somewhere new was classed as stressful then instead my body would find a way of telling me.
First there was the cough and cold, I figured this was just from the change in climate or your average winter bug that I had picked up, a couple of weeks on and there had been no relief from the symptoms. Instead they had gotten worse, my cough was so bad that every time I had to cough it felt like I had swallowed a roll of barbed wire and gave me the most painful shooting pains in my head which then became a horrific headache.
Then to add to this I developed a cold sore, horrendous black rings around my eyes and my hands showed signs of eczema, eventually I believed what my body was telling me and I gave in to the fact that the last few weeks had been pretty stressful after all.
Sorting paperwork, arranging residency, organising internet, getting Oscar into a new school, taking on the amount of extra freelance that I now have and living in a house which is still being worked on all whilst trying to form a new daily routine was perhaps all a bit too much to cope with in such a short space of time.
Although the relentless illness side of things was pretty frustrating, and as much as I moaned about it there was actually something I found to be worse… The pure exhaustion I felt was a killer.
I struggled so much to get out of bed in the morning when the alarm went off, and to be honest if I didn’t have to get Oscar to school then I’m pretty sure I could have stayed in bed until at least lunch time every day.
I was so angry with myself, just clearing up the breakfast plates, even getting breakfast itself ready was a serious feat, I just couldn’t work out why it’s was so exhausting to get the simplest of tasks done. Especially when only a few months ago I was working a full time job, working freelance every evening, prepping for my first show, training twice a day and having a family was just about do-able. How could I have fallen so far?
Well that’s what stress can do to you I guess.
There have been quite a few things that have dragged me down of late and feeling so depleted I just haven’t had the energy to pick myself up again.
Training at our new gym hasn’t been too much fun, the gym is mostly used by uni students and there are a lot of girls who are teeny tiny and I literally feel like a big hulking shot putter next to them… I’m seriously thinking of changing my name to Gerta!
Plus feeling grotty has meant that I haven’t taken much time in my self and after resembling something similar to the girl climbing out of the well in ‘The Ring’ for the last few weeks, I have actually started making an effort in my appearance again.
I don’t wear a lot of make up anyway but just slapping on some tinted moisturiser and some mascara did me the world of good, as well as getting out of my comfy clothes for at least a few hours of the day. Well that, and wearing a smile on my face again!
After checking in with my coach recently he could clearly see what was going wrong and I have spent the last week without much training, as well as a different diet and wow has it perked me up! Instead of being on the edge of zonking out by mid morning I’m still going by bed time and this alone as lifted my spirits.
Hopefully now that I’ve found the light at the end of the tunnel and am following it pretty damn fast, I shouldn’t end up losing it!
Both Ava and I are off to the hair dresser next week which I hope will be another step to leaving the stress behind. Not only this but I’ve finally ventured out of my comfort zone and started making new friends, hopefully another way to bring back my happy self again.