I have a theory. You do your best. And then sometimes things go to shit. In such cases, you do what you can to get through.
Too often, we push and push to eat right, exercise right etc etc and it’s all pushing and punishment. But we don’t allow ourselves to collapse in a heap right. Which sometimes means doing the “wrong” things.
At such times I try to recall something John Lennon sang, “whatever gets you through the night, s’alright”. And sometimes it is.
I was reminded of this when reading a comment from Dani in response to my post on coping with “thryoidy days”:
“On really bad weekend days when I don’t make it out of bed until mid afternoon, I’ll also often have a coffee, which works for me for a couple of reasons. One, it helps clear the fuzz (I usually have 3 or 4 regular coffees a week, so it’s not entirely an addiction thing). Two, it forces me to get out of bed and out of the house and walk 400m or so to my local cafe = gentle exercise. Three, it means I enjoy the human interaction of chatting to the baristas and the regulars. It works for me, but I udnerstand coffee is not on everyone’s “OK list.”
Yeah, coffee is totally “wrong” if you have thyroid issues. Except when it’s right.