The Trouble with Feeling Good

The Trouble with Feeling Good

Christine Tender Points

Earlier this week, we had two days of unusually dark, drizzly weather, during which I felt bad both physically and psychologically. On the third day, the sun came out. I felt better than I had, so I joined a friend for a walk. Because time was an issue, I didn’t stretch before leaving the house. Then, distracted by conversation, I lost track of time and the distance we had walked. When awareness set in, it was too late. Far from being energized by the experience as I’d hoped to be, I was completely exhausted.

I dragged myself home, curled up in bed, and slept the entire afternoon. A horribly painful muscle spasm the next day reminded me that I’d broken two of the cardinal rules for living well with fibromyalgia. I didn’t listen to my body, and I crossed the line between not doing enough and doing too much.

It’s not that I shouldn’t have walked at all. A short walk after some stretching, especially in the sunshine, would have been very beneficial for me that day. But, clearly, I walked too far, pushing my tight muscles way past their capacity. The result was feeling way worse instead of feeling better.

Human nature being what it is, on days I feel well, I often choose to believe that I am well. If the rest of the population can push past a little pain and fatigue, so can I! Remember Jane Fonda’s advice to “Feel the Burn“? That philosophy might have benefitted the rest of the world — but not those of us with fibromyalgia. For us, the wiser choice is to “Stop Before the Burn.” Unfortunately, I occasionally need to be reminded of that.

I’m not just talking about exercise here. The tasks of daily living can be equally taxing if you’re living with fibromyalgia symptoms. Take cleaning, for instance. I need to remind myself that no house needs to be cleaned all at once, regardless of how dirty it is or how well I might be feeling that day. One room at a time still gets the job done. The result of reining myself in is being able to clean another day. The result of doing the entire job at once can be an increase in symptoms.

On good days, I often go to the grocery store — and regret it later. It’s not that the shopping experience in itself is bad for me. Walking around the store and putting things away later is the amount of activity I can comfortably handle in a day. The problem arises with doing something else that same day. I know I need to refuse any opportunities that may come my way. But given that I don’t have much pleasure in my life, I’m always tempted to accept an invitation for enjoyment. When I occasionally relent on a grocery day, the result is being overtired and paying for it later. Again, I occasionally need reminding.

There’s such a fine line between doing what we need to do to keep ourselves feeling as well as possible and doing too much. The temptation to do more than we should is always greatest when we’re feeling well. It’s easy to believe that if it feels good to do a little, it’ll feel better to do more. But it’s not true. And it’s the most painful lesson fibromyalgia teaches us.

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4 comments

  1. sandra dunbar says:

    Me too!! I just FORGET to stop sooner. I, too, can do one thing a day. A 2nd grocery the same day has now become a bad idea even if the flowers are marked way, way down!

  2. Dr Reagan says:

    I work as a prof and tutor and friends help me shop and weekends is party time for me. i refuse to let fibromyalgia get the best of me. Damn it isnt going to win. i even put down a floor in my bathroom and painted my cabinets. yes I pay for it later and yes i am in constant pain and fatique but as my friends call me trooper, I refuse to let this disease overtake my life. i am a thickheaded french woman. i exercise three times a day, and stretch, and do yoga, tai chi, and lift weights. plus I have other neurological disabilities from birth such as CP, and ataxia. when i walk i ustt hold on another but when i have that assistance I can go 5k . the body was made to be moving. reemember our ancestors the cave people.

  3. dooberbug says:

    Very well said. It sounds like on your GOOD days, you’re in a relatively good place – which is where I am most of the time despite the FM. I feel like most of the articles and information on FM these days portrays those who are unfortunately really badly afflicted – that is, those who struggle to get up every morning, who cannot work a full-time schedule, who cannot walk around the block. It is refreshing to see a portrayal of someone who essentially appears well to others, and the different sort of challenge having a “hidden disability” provides.

    I was diagnosed with FM about 15 years ago and while I’ve had my tough times and my easier times, I’ve never had it that awful bad. Others perceive me as being 100% well most of the time. I don’t appear sick, I rarely opt out of a commitment unless it’s REALLY bad, and I’m stubborn so I fight through the pain when I have to. On the other hand, I always push too hard and suffer for it later. I decorate cakes for a living, and sometimes I get so “in the zone” that when I finally sit down for a moment, I’m completely DONE when I realize how absolutely tired I am. My hamstrings and feet are screaming from standing, my neck is stiff from decorating, my elbows, wrists, and hands are achy and sore. And yet, I feel so fortunate that I’m still functioning at such a high level considering the fibro. Afflicted, yet healthy – it’s a strange place to be.

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