Happy Health Update: I feel great!
(And I’m saying it with roosters. Well, one rooster. A roostette.)
Thanks to good medicine, good nutrition, and good thinking, I am back to feeling fabulous. I’m strong and energetic and capable again. That thick mental fog is gone, and once more my great brain is noggin-ensconced, fizzing and popping with neural verve.
Thank goodness for that! You have no idea how much the brain can change until your own brain takes a change for the worse – and then the better.
I mentioned that good thinking has been part of this grand health switcheroo, and it’s true: I’m learning, tiny bit by tiny bit, to challenge my automatic reaction to any symptoms that waggle their heads at me. Rather than allowing the guard dog in my brain bark up a storm of fire and fear, letting loose the slavering pack of symptoms, I’m paying attention to that guard dog’s alerts, and then making conscious decisions based on multiple factors. The result? I’m starting to be able to dodge those symptoms before they can bowl me over.
Hellooo, prefrontal cortex. I love you.
This new practice, as well as good nutrition and supplementation (did you know that zinc deficiency and hypothyroid go hand in hand? Look here, here, and here), have rocketed me out of the doldrums of dysfunction.
Now I am effervescent, spritely even, so bubbly I might make your sinuses ache. I even walked two miles while editing this post. And I’m celebrating this new dawn of well-being with, as mentioned, a rooster!
(What? Not a kitty? Not a dog? I have recently discovered, much to my amazement, that there are animals beyond cats and dogs. I know – completely shocking. This painting is my first attempt to chronicle my new multi-species awareness.)
Big love and big thanks and big dog kisses to everyone here who wrote, commented, and gave me hugs of support while I healed. (I will withhold the rooster pecks of adoration, though.) I’m so grateful for you!
P.S. Notice how I didn’t mention much about the symptoms that had been plaguing me? That’s part of my International Love-Your-Prefrontal-Cortex Celebration. I’m deliberately moving my attention beyond symptoms to other, greater things. This is not your barnyard-variety positive thinking — it is a deliberate choice for training my attention, and thus my brain and my life. It seems to stop many symptoms before they can bite.
(And no, I’m not covering up any symptoms or suffering — far be it from me to hide my angst from the world. I actually do feel great — as cheeky as a rooster, my dears.)