There is something that I have learned about myself in recent years: while I enjoy the experience of traveling, it takes a toll on me mentally and physically. I've always preferred home to any other place (wherever home might be.) The trip is always worth it, but the aftermath is inescapable. I end up feeling exhausted even if I had plenty of sleep, and I have a sense of mild depression/ general crankiness. It's an unpleasant side effect to be sure, and there is no better feeling than returning home to my own bed.
I viewed this long weekend as an experiment of sorts. After a couple weeks of very healthy, nutritious eating and avoiding known inflammatory foods, I said goodbye to all the dietary rules for a few days. I fell all too easily into the fast food/ high fat/ overly processed junk trap, along with heaping helpings of red wine. This is where I go when I remove all discipline, and I was expecting and allowing it. Not surprisingly I felt a lack of energy and intestinal discomfort, but in addition I noticed an immediate increase in my lower back pain and a resurgence of that darn cold virus that's still hanging around in the background. This is no groundbreaking news flash, but I have proven to my satisfaction that diet effects my osteoarthritis, and I can control the pain to an extent through healthy living. I look forward to getting back into my healthy routine tomorrow, and planning ahead better the next time I travel!
Aside from those issues, it was lovely to have a good visit with my family and enjoy a bit of the great outdoors. My daughter and I went snowshoeing with my brother and sister-in-law and had a nice break from the constant low-hanging clouds of winter, breaking through into bright sunlight that reflected beautifully off the snow crystals decorating every surface. We managed to get a good hike in despite my little slowpoke investigating every tree and stump. Her uncle showed her how to shake a tree to get a snow-shower, so of course every tree had to be shaken. I am a slow learner though- when her auntie decided to play the same trick on me I stood there and looked up as the clumps of wet snow dropped on my head. Great aim- she got it right in my eye, wedged between my face and sunglasses! It was.....invigorating to say the least. But I always love sharing the outdoors with them, snow-shower or not!
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