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Fatigue, Redux
I'm so tired of feeling like I'm finally on top of things, improving in writing, running, life, only to have it all knocked out from under me. It feels like I keep building this foundation, but no matter how careful I am, it's always a poorly-constructed jenga tower. Then the whole thing collapses out from under me and I not only lose most of my progress, I'm out of commission for a few days.
This has been happening semi-regularly for the last two years. At first I thought I was just overdoing things, but like... running 3x a week is not overdoing it. I'm careful about rest and downtime, I (thought, at least) was careful about nutrition. In fact, the first half of January was the best nutrition, veggies- and homemade meals- and lots of fruit- and water-wise, I've had in months.
Yet still, Sunday morning I felt the fatigue creeping in and by Monday I was laid out. I tried to do my regular Crossfit Monday morning regardless, but the fatigue was like someone had dropped a weighted net around me. Everything that was normally easy was a struggle and I almost started crying during the workout. I did cry when I got home, and at the time I couldn't quite place where it was coming from, but now I know it was frustration. The fatigue intensified until I couldn't hardly get up from the couch with the kids. I went to sleep at 7pm, after Toddler went down, and was out cold until my alarm went off over nine hours later.
Tuesday was worse. I managed to get the kids to school by bike, but I came home and went back to sleep. I was also starving, like full on stomach-cramping hunger, even though I'd just eaten an hour or two before. That, plus some hardcore carb cravings, lasted all throughout the day. I was literally dreaming of pasta while asleep. ^^()
I was less run down Wednesday and then popped awake before my alarm like normal on Thursday, just weary and frustrated. I don't know why this keeps happening. It's not anemia. It's not chronic lack of sleep. I regularly get 7 1/2 hours of sleep a night and wake up fine. Sometimes interrupted, but not even when Cabin Girl was waking us up every 2-3 hours did I feel that bone-weary.
Like my anxiety, it feels completely undeserved (that is to say, there is no obvious reason for why I should feel this way), which is why I'm worried it's something worse. Unfortunately, going to the doctor and saying I'm tired won't do anything. They'll test me for iron and thyroid (both checked and fine in the last 6-9 months) and then point out that I have two kids and they're bringing home all sorts of germs. I finally made the smart move to start tracking my mood/energy, so maybe in 6 months I'll have a record of how often/regular these incidents are and with the tiny diary entries, even what I was doing before they happened.
So far though, I've just been living a normal, active life. :/ And if that's the problem, well...
I'm somewhat hopeful it could be the gallbladder, which I'm finally getting out next Wednesday. There's a possibility that it being chronically infected could be what's sapping my energy.
All I know is I've got another 4-6 weeks before it hits again. :\
This has been happening semi-regularly for the last two years. At first I thought I was just overdoing things, but like... running 3x a week is not overdoing it. I'm careful about rest and downtime, I (thought, at least) was careful about nutrition. In fact, the first half of January was the best nutrition, veggies- and homemade meals- and lots of fruit- and water-wise, I've had in months.
Yet still, Sunday morning I felt the fatigue creeping in and by Monday I was laid out. I tried to do my regular Crossfit Monday morning regardless, but the fatigue was like someone had dropped a weighted net around me. Everything that was normally easy was a struggle and I almost started crying during the workout. I did cry when I got home, and at the time I couldn't quite place where it was coming from, but now I know it was frustration. The fatigue intensified until I couldn't hardly get up from the couch with the kids. I went to sleep at 7pm, after Toddler went down, and was out cold until my alarm went off over nine hours later.
Tuesday was worse. I managed to get the kids to school by bike, but I came home and went back to sleep. I was also starving, like full on stomach-cramping hunger, even though I'd just eaten an hour or two before. That, plus some hardcore carb cravings, lasted all throughout the day. I was literally dreaming of pasta while asleep. ^^()
I was less run down Wednesday and then popped awake before my alarm like normal on Thursday, just weary and frustrated. I don't know why this keeps happening. It's not anemia. It's not chronic lack of sleep. I regularly get 7 1/2 hours of sleep a night and wake up fine. Sometimes interrupted, but not even when Cabin Girl was waking us up every 2-3 hours did I feel that bone-weary.
Like my anxiety, it feels completely undeserved (that is to say, there is no obvious reason for why I should feel this way), which is why I'm worried it's something worse. Unfortunately, going to the doctor and saying I'm tired won't do anything. They'll test me for iron and thyroid (both checked and fine in the last 6-9 months) and then point out that I have two kids and they're bringing home all sorts of germs. I finally made the smart move to start tracking my mood/energy, so maybe in 6 months I'll have a record of how often/regular these incidents are and with the tiny diary entries, even what I was doing before they happened.
So far though, I've just been living a normal, active life. :/ And if that's the problem, well...
I'm somewhat hopeful it could be the gallbladder, which I'm finally getting out next Wednesday. There's a possibility that it being chronically infected could be what's sapping my energy.
All I know is I've got another 4-6 weeks before it hits again. :\
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