I won't get into detail on my past history with CFS in this thread, however you can read everything here if you are interested:
chronic-fatigue-syndrome-f1/topic1516.html
At the time that post was written, I had stated that I was about 80% back to normal. Five months later, I would now say that I am up to 90%.
It hasn't been a straight up direction, there have been plenty of missteps, wrong turns, and dead-ends. But every battle won, gets me one step closer to normal.
Actually in some areas in my life, I am actually better than ever, even before CFS.
Surprisingly the one area where I am doing my best is my physical health. Even before CFS I've tended to get sick often.
It's been several month since the last time I got a cold or flu. But even more amazing is my physical activity.
About a month ago, I left the USA again to continue my travels. In my new home I came across an Austrian who looks like a mini version of Arnold Schwarzenegger. This man is built like a refrigerator.
He invited me to join him at the gym a few times. I kept thanking him, but turning down his offers. He good naturedly started teasing me every time I saw him that he was older than me and that I had no good excuse for not hitting the weights (he doesn't know that I have CFS, and I never told him.)
To make a long story short, I finally took him up on his offer and joined him at the gym. The first week of this, every time I returned from the gym I literally went to my bed and collapsed.
After a month, I am probably in the best physical shape of my life. Four days a week we go to the gym, and I'm lifting more weight than at any time in my life. Not only that, but after returning home from the gym, I have more energy than before I left my apartment.
I hope I don't sound silly, but I actually have a tear coming down my face while I am writing this. Two years ago, when I was in bed for 6 months, the thought that I would be traveling in foreign countries, walking 4 miles every morning, and then lifting weights (more weights than I've ever been able to lift) in the evening would have sounded like a cruel joke.
But that's exactly what I'm doing.
I'm still not at 100%, but I'm working on it. I still have IBS, though I can control it with careful diet.
And I'm finding that I've accumulated a great number of fears and negative thoughts over the last few years that I've been dealing with CFS.
My energy has returned, and there are so many things that I want to do, goals that I want to achieve, but I also found that I'm afraid to take chances and follow my dreams. This is really strange for me, as before in life I've thrived on risk and had always pursued my dreams - didn't always succeed, but always gave it my all.
Now, I'm fighting these demons. I'm still not exactly sure when my mind went from being my greatest cheerleader, to being this overcautious, frightened wimp.
But this is where I am. My action plan is to face each one of my mental demons and exorcise them. I'd be a liar if I said it with an easy battle, but it isn't. But then again, neither were any of the steps to recovery.
Once I get my mind working as my cheerleader again, then it will be time to tackle IBS, though I have a very strong feeling that once I have completely purged and purified my mind and soul, the IBS thing will take care of itself (I've had several other auto-immune diseases, which have now been eliminated).
My final goal is to be better in every area of my life than before CFS hit me. At one time I wanted to be as good as I was before CFS. I've realized that's not a worthy enough goal to light the fire under my butt. Now my goal is to be BETTER than at ANY time in my life.
So friends, where ever you are in your recovery - keep fighting! It's a loooong battle, but as long as you keep fixing your life one piece at a time, eventually you will see the light of day, and who knows, you may even decide that being as good as you were before CFS is not good enough. You might even shoot at the moon and aim to be the best you've ever been!
Love, joy, and peace to everyone.
GY

