My baby went off to his first overnight school camp today. He is only eight! I'm sure I didn't go on an overnight camp until I was eleven or so. I'm dealing with it by trying not to think about it. Jasmine went on the same camp several years ago and I was a bit worried then, but she was fine; but she has always seemed more responsible and older for her age than Aiden. He is my baby!
I've got a new thing to add to my analysis paralysis about eating healthy. More and more, it seems impossible to know what healthy eating is. I tend to think that there are least a few things undisputed, but then find someone who disputes them. Today I was told that fibre is the enemy of your intestine and the cause of many of the diseases that your doctor says it prevents/cures. Like my (unconfirmed, because I haven't had a colonoscopy) diverticulitis that my doctor prescribed a high fibre diet to fix. And also, that without all that fibre you don't need nearly as much water, certainly not eight glasses, to help it move through the body. And too much water dilutes essential nutrients. Apparently I should stop eating fibre and drinking so much?!
I am exhausted. I'm sick of thinking about it. No matter what I do, it will be wrong. Every single diet plan/lifestyle change whatever you want to call it, I can tell you why it's wrong and terrible for your body. I even read today that they may have changed their minds about sitting down all day being so bad for you. For every book or article about why we should do one thing, there is another saying we should do the opposite. Everything one person says is the ultimate solution, someone else says will send you on a spiral of ill-health.
Did you know one historical treatment for diabetes was to give patients lots of extra sugar? They were losing so much sugar in their urine, it needed to be replaced. Obvious! Another treatment was a diet of whisky mixed with black coffee every two hours, no other food. It did actually control blood sugar. Dying of starvation was merely an inconvenient side effect.
I forced myself to go for a walk today. Grumbled my way through most of it. On the up side, at least there was no regret afterwards. Has anyone ever said, "damn, I wish I hadn't exercised today"? I suppose if they had injured themselves they might!
Feeling a bit lost at the moment.