Hit another wall today. Went a bit out of control on the medication again. Culminating in a bad night, and an emotional day. I’m physically and mentally drained. But thankfully have a wonderful husband who is always always there. He took us to Weston today for a walk on the beach to help take my mind off everything. The sea was actually in, the dog had a blast running in and out of the surf, and we walked for miles. Only thing that ruined it was the prick who kicked poor Muttley for running up to his collie. OK Muttley has no recall, but he only wanted to bloody play! Makes my blood boil thinking about it. Wanker.
Anyway, we walked for about 4 miles, and it was good. Cold. But good.
In bed now, ridiculously early. But the best place for a completely drained person I think.
At least it’s another day of #janathon under my belt, blog and exercise wise.