Frozen food...

I spent the day resting, after all the walking during the refrigerator shopping.  Well, resting and discovering just how much of my food is ruined.  Yes, I have found the majority of it frozen.  For some things, that doesn't really matter.  And my milk and cheese is still okay.  However, everything else—aside from the condiments—is toast, figuratively speaking.  Maybe I should say burnt toast?  The lowest blow was tossing out my deviled eggs.

Really, I have no one to blame but myself.  I have been so very, very exhausted that the mere thought of trooping up and down the basement stairs repeatedly to move everything down to that refrigerator was too overwhelming.  This is a perfect example of how much it STINKS being chronically ill and alone.  I simply do not have family or friends who could pop over to move food.  Still, I should have pushed myself.

You know, this is also a good example of the problem when you live with exercise intolerance.  Trying to walk Amos each day takes the majority of what energy I do manage to gather each day.  On the days I torture myself on the recumbent bike, I cannot do much else.  As much as I am blessed by my GP, when I mentioned to her to that I do not ride it on days I have appointments or have to run errands, she told me that I should be riding it every day.  I really just wanted to scream my frustration.    All of my doctors, now, are so very good at dealing with dysautonomia, save this one area.  All of them keep pushing me to exercise.

And so I push myself to exercise (to please them).
And my quality of life plummets.
And I lose my food!

SIGH.