The negative.....
I would be less than truthful if I said that I normally start each day by eagerly summersauting out of bed and performing 50 star jumps before effortlessly skipping to the bathroom. Today, there was not the slightest chance of this as I woke up with such bad back pain that I nearly didn't make it in time to the bathroom (possibly too much information). I spent 15 minutes ensconced on the 'throne' trying not to panic as I was unable to arise. Eventually I managed to manoeuvre myself to an upright position after much huffing and puffing. The pain has gradually subsided over the morning so I am a tad more mobile, albeit painful and laboured. Needless to say, my plan to run a marathon today has been put on hold.
Mid morning I attempted to make my favourite porridge and blueberries. All was well until a pain spasm caused me to tip frozen blueberries all over the kitchen floor. My pale green marbled flooring now resembles an abattoir as I can't bend to pick all of the little bu***rs up. They are gently thawing leaving trails of blackened juice under my kitchen units.
There are workman with pneumatic drills digging up the road outside. This is to continue for the next 4 weeks. The noise is dreadful and I couldn't watch Loose Woman even if I wanted too. Attempts to read my kindle have been thwarted by both pain and incessant noise. Work on my first novel has been abandoned.
A well known parcel company attempted to deliver a parcel earlier and despite my desperate calls of "I'm coming", left before I could open the door. I returned, defeated, to my sofa and as I lowered myself gingerly onto its cushion, my hand slipped and shot out, knocking over a glass of water on the side table all over the carpet.
Whilst contemplating the fact that my day so far was not going as well as I would have liked, I saw the postman going down next doors driveway. I staggered back up again in anticipation of a delivery. I was so pleased that I managed to get to the door and was able to receive a redirected parcel.
I was pleased that is, until I happened to glance in the hallway mirror and saw that I had answered the door with my tshirt on inside out and blueberry porridge stains on my chin.
The positive......
I have lost over 2 stone since July 8th.
Whilst this is a major positive, I can also laugh (just) at today's events because I know that prior to July 8th, I would have crawled back to bed with chocolate and rubbish snacks and felt overwhelmingly sorry for myself.
So the point of my meandering post is to say, in the words of Sam Cook, you've got to accentuate the positive, eliminate the negative, latch on to the affirmative everyone and enjoy a healthier you !!