About a year and a half into my diagnosis, a well wisher sent me a picture of a woman doing a yoga posture. It was a forearm balance, a variation of Feathered Peacock Pose. The yogi in the pose had fibromyalgia, and she made this pose look effortless. My well wishing friend was basically saying that if this woman could do this pose, that I could too, even with the Fibro.
At this point I wasn’t giving up on doing the same things I did before the diagnosis yet. I pushed the hell out of my body to try to continue to attend Tae Kwon Do and Hap Ki Do classes and keep up with the rest of the students. And I was still pushing through 40 hours of work, yoga and running when I could. So saying my body hated me at that point was an understatement; I hurt like hell every single day, but I refused to let up.
To make matters worse, I had gone several rounds with different medications to try to get the pain under control. I had gained 40 pounds at that point thanks to the side effects of those medications. And at this point, additional problems were already starting to kick in, problems like IBS, depression and anxiety.
So I see this picture, and recognize I’m nowhere NEAR the level of yoga that this yogi could do. And the icing on the cake… the description said she was a mother, and in her leggings and top, she looked like she had a body to kill for.
The only thing this picture did for me was make me realize I wasn’t there. I wasn’t at a level of perfection that I wanted for my body. I didn’t have that strong of arms, I couldn’t lose any weight (and seemed to be gaining pounds by the second) and there was absolutely no way I could look that good in the body I had. So how the BLOODY HELL could this woman do it and still have fibromyalgia??!? And how the hell could she make it work when I was busting my ass and only injuring myself further?!
The depression finally kicked in pretty damn heavy when I finally came to the conclusion that no matter how much I tried, no matter how many times I counted calories, pushed my body through exercise or did anything to try to change my body, it wasn’t going to budge. The Fibro had dashed any hope of me having a body I loved; dashed hopes of my obtaining a black belt in either martial art, and it dashed any hope of doing yoga poses like that.
And it was my fault. At least that is how I felt at the time.
Now, I know a little better, or at least I hope I do. Perhaps my body is just very different than hers, and we probably have very similar limits on our energy; but just choose to spend that energy differently. Perhaps she is a full time mother, and does yoga on a regular basis. I split my energy up into working out of an office, chores at home, running, martial arts drills and yoga when I have the time and energy for it.
Part of me wants to do the comparison in my head. ‘Well, I bet she can’t run a 5K nonstop.’ Or ‘maybe she has never thrown a kick in her life, where I still can.’ And perhaps I’ll never get over wanting to do those comparisons. But in some ways, they are true. As a Fibro and CFS sufferer, you only get so much energy in the day. I spend it getting my husband out the door, caring for five cats and a dog, doing Pilates and making sure I get that 5K run in any chance I can get. She has different priorities, and thus spends her time doing yoga and caring for children.
I really try hard to keep that thought in mind when I do see someone who looks like they are handling their diseases a lot better than I am. I still consider myself to be in a bit of a learning phase with this disease. I’m trying to find my own pace, whether it is running, or figuring out what I can do after I get home from work. Sometimes I astonish myself. Other times, I make myself some sort of ‘nest’ where I can hide and rest for the evening because I just did too much.
And while I’m at it, the energy limits don’t just stop at physical ones. You have to find your pace when it comes to emotional energy, too. If you have a seriously stressful day at the office, you may not be able to get that extra cleaning in at home because you are just too mentally tired. Or you just can’t handle a commitment you had made previously and have to cancel. It happens.
What matters is that you do your best to find your pace, and keep it as well as you can. And after time, you will know your limits well enough to better understand when you are about to go over them. It’s all about taking the time to take care of yourself, which is the most important thing you can do.