Just got home from my lake hike: I walked for 3,5 hours with a short sit-down on a lakeside bench where I had my sandwiches, sitting next to half of a Captain America toy that some kid (presumably) had left behind. Hail Hydra I guess?
I popped by Lidl (they have Spanish theme weeks now so I got Serrano ham, cheese, and chorizo snacks for cheap) and the supermarket on my way home to restock on groceries - I've been craving minced beef lately so I got that among my usual stuff. Also more Kombucha, despite it being a bit of a luxury item. And I still forgot to buy toothpaste. Well, there's still some left so I don't need to go to bed with a stinky breath lol.
Tomorrow would be gym day but I really want to go aqua jogging as the strike should be over tomorrow... It would be so nice for my aching feet and sore back. If I feel like the change of routine disrupts my system too much, I could always walk to the gym in the evening for a light lifting session, then go aqua jogging on Wed as originally planned, and go as usual from there.
Anyway, I need food now or I'll become a cranky crab.
EDIT: water temperature was +10C so a tad cold for my tastes still. But of course there were swimmers because Finland gonna Finland. Once the water temps rise to 15 and over, I'll pack my swimsuit and my flippers and go nuts in the lake.
Also I had a really nice thought on my way back when I was starting to feel pretty tired already. I thought to myself that despite having more than a few screws loose, I'm still very blessed in terms of physical health and the knowledge how to take care of it and the resources to do so. Especially as I have been through times when I wasn't capable of taking care of myself properly, I can truly appreciate being in a good place about this. And ultimately it doesn't even matter if I never meet the expectations that were set for me or I set for myself. There's no sustainable way of being part of the workforce if there isn't first a sustainable routine that promotes my mental and physical health.
So the next doctor who suggests I should go bag screws and cutlery to a disability center for a nominal wage as a way to "keep me engaged in society" can go f*ck a cactus. By this I'm not saying that there's anything shameful about this kind of work in disability centers or that I would be "too good" for it. Some people find it fulfilling, but I would probably end up swallowing a handful of those screws just to get out of there. So no matter what any whitecoat says, I AM currently being very proactive about my own health. When I was walking, I wasn't anxious. I didn't worry about money. I was in the moment and I was happy to be alive. I felt... Healthy.