The meal was nice – and everyone enjoyed it (including me) – but it was WAY too much physical activity cooking it and I left myself feeling really quite rubbish.
K cooked the starter and the pudding, I did the main, and it was clearly not a cleverly thought out plan. What I should have done was chosen something that needed preparation and slow cooking in the oven so I wasn’t standing over the stove for half-an-hour odd while it cooked, but could have sat and rested. More fool me.
It was a lovely dinner and it was great to sit around with the whole family and just eat and chat (pretty much what my family does best). By the end of the meal, though, I was shattered and my chest was really tight, so I took myself straight up to lie down on the bed. I thought it would just be for a little while and I’d be back down, but in the end I was settled there for the night.
Today’s been another pretty rough day, paying the price for the over-exertion yesterday. I’ve been pretty low all day, just feeling a bit pissed off with the seemingly endless merry-go-round of exertion and recovery. I know it’s what I should be used to by now, but it still grates that I can’t do things two days in a row or if I over-stretch myself it takes me days to recover.
Still, I’ve been trying hard not to be too gloomy about it all and had fun this evening playing a game with my bro, Dad and K. I won, which is rare for me, but still managed to prove myself stupider(!) than the rest of the family by trying to play at being banker. I should really know that maths isn’t my strong point and if I want to avoid getting annoyed with myself should give up the job at the start not try to bluff my way through it again and again.
I can see, reading what I’m writing just now, that the sunny-side of my disposition is struggling to get through;I’m taking everything to heart and being downcast about pretty much whatever’s going on today. It’s just a bad day, though, and everyone has those.
Doubtless I’ll hit the sack tonight and get a good night’s sleep (I feel exhausted) and things will look much brighter and sunnier in the morning. These feelings never last forever, it’s just a matter of buckling down, acknowledging the rubbishness and ploughing through it to tomorrow.