“How Deep the Hollow” remains

Source: “How Deep the Hollow”

I ran across this post today. “From the depths of despair”  I said. This painting and all the others from last year, almost got thrown in the trash. I’m trying to purge all the things that remind me of the horribleness of years past. Predominantly 2016.

The pain and mental anguish was so great that my only refuge was paint on canvas. I see them now with the realization, that as I suffered, I was being bamboozled. I see all of the paintings now and I’m reminded of this. 

I have a fresh start and the things that remind me of the horribleness will be tossed away.

“How Deep the Hollow” lives on to see another day. Although, it may be placed in a far room in the house. Or under a couch cushion.

I am set free. I am free. I live without effort or sadness… dammit.

https://alleviationodyssey.wordpress.com/2016/11/10/how-deep-the-hollow/

As The Pain Subsides

As the pain subsides these days, I’m called to write about the many techniques that I’ve used in order to alleviate many of the symptoms of fibromyalgia. I wanted to write s single page of the things that work for me and offer a call for others to share their own alleviation techniques. The single page has grown long with many, many links to websites that backup the information that I’m providing or to websites in which you can purchase the items that have worked for me. I may have to break up the article into various posts because the information has become substantial.

As the pain subsides and I write the aforementioned epic dialogue on my own alleviation techniques; I’ve been nursing a migraine. In fact this is Day nine of the migraine. It’s like all the body pain has climbed up my neck stalk and nested in my head. I feel almost like a phony for writing about alleviation techniques when I can’t alleviate my migraine. The caveat is that I’d like to alleviate the migraine without taking pharmaceuticals. My liver would be so happy about that.

Here’s a call out to all my fibromyalgia suffering family.. What alleviates your symptoms and what has helped you achieve a better quality of life? Even more… what helps alleviate migraines!?

One year ago

Yesterday, I broke personal records riding my bike. (Scroll past the stats, if you’re not interested, to get to the good stuff at the end of the post.)

Farthest Distance

15.17 mi

Longest Duration

1:08:34

Most Calories Burned

483 cal

Largest Elevation Climb

702 ft

Farthest Distance in a Week

27.96 mi

Longest Duration in a Week

2:07:16

Most Calories Burned in a Week

889 cal

Largest Elevation Climb in a Week

1220 ft

Farthest Distance in a Month

44.94 mi

Most Calories Burned in a Month

1444 cal

Largest Elevation Climb in a Month

1936 ft

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One year ago, I could barely finish five minutes of yoga without feeling like I had the flu. I wanted to die.

Ask me about my super duper healthy eating plan and I’ll tell you it’s a a large part of why I’ve come so far. 

Fitbit Killer

I’m pretty sure that I could look at a Fitbit and kill it or scare it away.

My very first Fitbit was in my possession for a month. I lost it less than a half a mile from Grandma’s house in Ohio. Those little trackers are not cheap. Even for the cheap one with the rubber wrist band and “so called” clasp for latching it onto your wrist, although cheaply made… are not cheap. That first one fell off my wrist. I’m pretty sure that clasp was meant to do that, so I would lose it and buy another. In all honesty, the one that fell off my wrist was not even my first.

My very, very first Fitbit was a counterfeit that I bought on eBay. It was “brand new in box” from China. I was excited to get my very, very first Fitbit so I could keep track of my activity. I ripped open the box, assembled it, charged it and synced it to the app. Or tried to sync it to the app… that app recognized that the unit was counterfeit and I was denied. At least I got a refund from eBay for that one.

Side note: Did you know that Fitbit’s help desk is on twitter? Just tweet @fitbitsupport and you get a quick reply!

The second, first Fitbit was a goner. Even though I contacted Fitbit to ask them if anyone had found it and synced it to their own app. I thought, “They must keep track of serial numbers or something. They knew when my very, very first unit was counterfeit.” Nope. They get you addicted to tracking your steps then leave you high and dry.

Left addicted without know that I was moving… I NEEDED another unit. So, I upgraded. I found a fancier one at Costco for a “decent” price and convinced my husband (ok.. begged..ok…looked at him then to it… then back to him… and back at the Fitbit…you get me.) to buy it for me. It was helping me move, after all… actually it was helping me make sure that I didn’t overdo it. The Fitbit benefits me in a different way than the average person. By keeping track of my movements, I am able to know when to STOP. A cut off point in activity. I learned that if walked more than 5,500 steps that I was in danger of exhaustion. Having a way of knowing when I was in the “red zone” I’d back off from activities and go directly home or wait in a fixed location for my companions to stop their activities. 10,000 steps = 72 hours of pain and exhaustion in bed.

I was able to keep my second Fitbit for five months before it took a dump. Midway through my time in Florida, I was busily pushing my activity envelope. Biking and walking. It tracked my sleep. Not that it helped me sleep, but the knowledge of the lack of sleep as compared to the way I felt the next day helped me get a grasp on the exhaustion.

I remember the day it dumped. I had just come home from a ride on my bike. I was elated at biking six miles! I had formed a routine.. come home, pop a Motrin before the onset of overwhelming pain, then hop in the pool. This time, while in the pool with my waterproof Fitbit, I checked my stats and the screen had frozen. Shit. Again I tweet Fitbit Support. This time with a picture of the frozen screen.

I’d never seen the icon on the screen before, so I knew there was a problem. The friendly Fitbit folks diagnosed my problem within a few hours and offered to replace my unit for free. Or… they said… upgrade for 30% off…

ooooooh upgrade… ?
No, I should go for a replacement it’s more economical… I like what I’ve got.”
Yes…. yes a new, better, UPGRADE!

“no”

“yes!”

I upgraded. All the bells and whistles that my bank account could handle.  THIS one could read my heart rate! Did you know that those of us with fibromyalgia have a different heart rate? I neeeeed this one. This time, I opted for a fancy warranty!…

Gimme, gimme that new Charge 2! Heart rate, step count, floors, timers, trackers! I could track my bike rides! Full. On.  Addiction. I do not exist unless my Fitbit tells me I do. 

Look! I’m in fat burn mode!

Look! I slept 4 hours! Here’s where I was in R.E.M. and here’s where I got up to pee!

Look! I walked 5,890 steps without exhaustion! Loooook! I biked this long and got this much cardio and my heart rate was this! Holy shit! I AM ALIVE!

 

 

 

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Fitbit number four (five?) has just taken a dump.

The screen has been fading over the last few days and now, barely visible.
Tweet… hey Fitbit… my life is ending... I see it on the screen…fading away…

shit.