World MS Day

818732A4-17E2-4750-843D-EBDE9579C852It’s been a funny old month of headaches, fatigue, bugs, recovery time, (lovely) half term pyjama days and not as much of the usual skipping around my busy routine (I never actually skip, I don’t think my brain allows for skipping anymore). 

Everything has been so upside down that I even forgot to acknowledge World MS Day on Wednesday 30th May. This years theme is research and #bringinguscloser. The idea is to raise awareness and understanding of the disease which will hopefully bring us closer to finding a cure for this horrible disease. I don’t think I’ll ever fully understand why it happens, but this explanation is good if you want to understand more.

And in the interest of getting my skipping back, I’m starting my day with a list. A big, juicy, organised list of all the things I hope to achieve (but probably won’t ever get to the end of).

Sometimes I almost forget I have MS.

Not this month.

 

 

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I know I’ll pay for this but I’m doing it anyway…

F0F45C87-E571-4EB3-BEEB-3A2C74EE9DF6Friday evening: Gym (lots of resistance training which weirdly undoes my MS’y legness).

Saturday morning: Teaching yoga all morning (Yoga is my all round magic MS defeating tool).

Saturday afternoon : Lots of digging on the allotment. (Outside time keeps me (sort of) sane).

Sunday and Monday: Could barely move.

At the fairly decent age of 42 (and after living with MS for over ten years),  I doubt I’ll ever learn 🙄

#keepmovingevenifithurtsabit

 

 

 

Happy New (slower and kinder) Year

7813051B-AB2E-4601-A4A6-A507DDCC3B93I’ve been meaning to write this for a few days and something has stopped me each day. As a Yoga teacher, MS-y blogger and health geek I felt it was something I really ought to be doing.

But whenever I started reading articles and blogs about “New Year Clean eating ” or “New Year’s Resolutions” I realised that it wasn’t really how I was feeling.

And as I only ever write about how I’m feeling, it just wasn’t going to work.

I’m easing into 2018. As usual I’m feeling a bit lethargic after the Christmas travelling, over-indulgence and general lack of routine. So I’ve decided it’s probably more important to gradually regain some of those lovely habits that keep me so well and sane, rather than scrabbling around at the bottom of the fridge for green things to go into the nutribullet from the minute the new year starts.

So last night instead of cutting out dairy, sugar and all things tasty, I ate some cheese and booked myself a massage.

And yesterday instead of frantically sprinting off the mince pies (which I can’t really do anyway due to my crazy leg),  I went for a speedy march to the beach in the rain just as it was getting dark. On my own. It was blissfully energising and lung clearing.

Yesterday was the last day of the Christmas holidays with my kids. So after a torturous shopping experience (online shopping is always wiser), we had a tasty, warm and averagely healthy lunch in a cafe whilst playing a silly game and giggling our heads off. We then plodged  through the mud at a beautiful wetlands centre before heading home to reluctantly take the tree down. Bliss (apart from the shopping section).

And tonight, instead of decluttering, ironing and cleaning, I’m going to run a bath using some of the delicious products I was given at Christmas that usually sit there collecting dust until the next year.

Now I’m not saying I won’t be joining in with the post Christmas cleanse.  I’m pretty sure I need to lose a few lumps of belly,  and I really enjoy and desperately need all things healthy to maintain my energy levels which plummet after anything out of the ordinary.

I’m just saying that the other things are all part of it too. There’s no point in me stuffing my face with turmeric-infused-quinoa if I’m stressed and in need of a veggie lasagne followed by a long bath to try and chip away at some of the leg hair that I’ve been cultivating since having children and giving up on shaving.

My more realistic New Year’s resolution this year is to be kind to myself, learn to make better bread,  and make sure I spend more time on things that make me happy and help me feel great.

Phew.

Be kind to yourself

Love, Lynne x

My Happy Place – A Walk for All

I absolutely love this place. A five minute drive from my house and a manageable circular walk for my crazy leg.

And then I saw this:

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This sign made me very happy.  Happy that someone had thought about it. Happy that someone had realised that not everyone can walk everywhere, and at times, anywhere. And even though I already know this is the case, I was still happy to see it in writing and to be reminded that I am most certainly not the only one stumbling around the old railway line as if I had had a few gins for breakfast (people with MS can look like they’re drunk due to the fact that balance, muscle stiffness and nerve damage can affect gait. For me this worsens the further I walk).

One of the things that I never imagined as a child would be difficult for me was walking. I grew up in Durham and spent lots of my childhood leaping around the beautiful North-East countryside with absolutely no idea that one day I would be in any way limited.

Mentally for me, this time spent outside in nature has always been absolutely essential. Aside from the physical benefits, I feel more positive, inspired and much more likely to get a good dose of Vitamin D. At the moment I can always cycle this route on the days that walking is too difficult for me to. But if I ever can’t cycle (horror) then at least I can get my hairy husband to push me around it.

I’m aiming for that to never be necessary.

I nailed that walk this morning.

 

Is there life outside yoga?

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I couldn’t possibly put down in a short blog how much yoga benefits me. Out of everything I do to keep myself well, it is the one constant that never fails to make me feel better physically and mentally. With an immediate effect.

Yoga will always be The Boss in my MS-y world.

But I am also a secret gym-lover (sshh), so this article makes my occasional couple of hours in the gym seem a lot more important than I had realised.

Here’s to keeping my brain as un-atrophied as possible 👍

 

October Love

13F22A0B-DA2F-4D75-9C57-DF043B29F349.jpegI love October.

Cold enough for a cheeky (and possibly unnecessary) woolly hat, but warm enough to stand in playgrounds long enough for your little beasts to get a decent bit of exercise without you sacrificing a small part of your body to the God of Cold.

Most importantly it’s the month that (very almost seven years ago) I became an MS-y mummy.

Which was when I realised how important it is at this time of the year that I hike up my self-care routine. If I don’t,  I risk a huge dip in energy, an increase in headaches and muscle tension (my body tenses up at the mere hint of a temperature drop) and I am on the edge of feeling crappy for most of the winter. Add catching a cold into the mix and I am screwed until spring.

It’s time to really look after myself.

So I’m starting with some yummy recipes. (I’m obsessed with food, so it’s always my first port of call).

Warm, sweet, anti-inflammatory, unprocessed, green and homemade are the words that describe my most needed food at the moment.

So here’s one I made earlier:

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Spinach, parsnip, leek, carrot, lentils and potato soup. Peel, chop, bung in pan, cover with water and add some stock. Black pepper is a lovely addition as it warms your system. Cook till soft then blend till smooth.

Cheap, lush, warm and homemade. Goes so well with a fat beetroot and hummus sandwich.

Stay warm Peeps 😍

 

 

I’m much better at Yoga than I am at selfies

Can someone please teach me how to look a bit less awful on social media?

Cross eyed, bag eyed, one eye bigger than the other, one tooth longer than the other. Don’t suppose it matters really.

The hair. I know. Storm Brian is to blame.

That’s not what bothers me. What bothers me is the weird not-quite-confident-enough-to-pout-or-do-the-side-angle-selfie-face (I’ve tried it. I look and feel ridiculous).

I look like a mum trying to do a selfie. Oh. I am a mum trying to do a selfie. My poor kids are going to be so embarassed in a few years time.

Anyway the point of this blog is NOT to analyse a block of pretty crap pictures of me looking a lot older than I had hoped I do.

It’s about me trying stuff that’s not that comfortable and easy for me.

Like the yoga class I went to this morning.

It felt amazing to be practising back where my yoga started. In an Iyengar yoga class that felt like a real challenge. And after ten years of MS progression, the challenges are different.

The teacher had no idea that I am a teacher. He noticed when I needed help and I accepted the help as if I knew nothing. Which at certain points, was true.

*You never stop learning yoga. Every class you teach, attend or practise at home uncovers something new. That’s one of the many things I love about it.

Some days I feel that it would be easier to stick to what I know I can manage. Fear of worsening my symptoms or bringing on fatigue often holds me back. But on a sunny, well-rested Sunday like today, I felt strong enough to ignore my MS. And I am so pleased I did.

I’m nearly forty-two. This morning when I was upside down feeling strong and focused, I felt twenty-two.

Bring. It. On.

Thanks lovely yoga centre. I will most certainly be back for more of the magic.

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