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I need to look after myself more


The last few months have really taken a toll on me mentally and physically. And I’m only just starting to see the signs that my body has been trying to tell me it’s had enough.

Along with the grief, anxiety and depression I suffer with s.a.d and although the weather has been ok ( for Scotland ) I suddenly hit a light bulb moment last week that maybe I should try getting more vitamin d into me to see if it would help. I’m only a few days in so will see how it goes.
My eating habits this last month have been at there worst again. Whether it be eating or not eating. Eating all the wrong things and just not bothering about what I was putting into my body. The time leading up to and around my husbands anniversary I just didn’t have the power to make right choices in regard to food and drink ( fizzy juice ) cooking meals just didn’t appeal.
I’ve been told I need to drink water more than anything else. Over the last year I’ve found myself drinking more fizzy juice rather than water. Don’t get me wrong i still drink water but not as much as I should. But I’ve got out of the habit of just reaching for the tap rather than a bottle of fizzy.
Writing that last paragraph has just made me go ‘duh’ I was wondering why my ibs had changed and  why I was showing new symptoms. Being locked in a negative / sad head space you just can’t truly see anything. For all that I thought I new about my ibs I have to admit I’m still learning.
My hair I feel has taken a real hit recently. I have curly hair and do a set routine when washing and drying etc but this last week - when my grief was at its worst. I’ve found that still doing the same routine my hair just isn’t the same. It has no volume and the curls just feel flat.

Over all I think I need a lotta self care and find different things that might help me feel physically better.


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