31/05/2026
I don’t know about you but I admire the people who can spin many plates and keep them spinning. I am definitely not one of those people🫣
Out of the 10 sticks I’m trying to move, I have about 3 plates going at any one time. One will be going super well. That is what I like to call my hyper focus plate. It spins like the clappers and looks impressive all of the time.
Then there’s my second plate- the minor focus. It does ok but it’s always on the verge of doing that end bit where it flips about a bit in slow mo so I’m just about getting it going again before it drops.
The final plate which we will call the failing plate has stopped spinning and is like a limp biscuit sitting on the stick by a corner.
All the other plates are on the floor doing nothing-broken plates.
I’ll attempt to pick up other plates as the failing plate falls or as my hyper focus switches between various seasons of life but there are always broken plates no matter how hard I try.
Over the past weeks I’ve been trying to sort my eating out after my metabolic health as become quite dire. After years of fasting for long periods and feeling pretty good on it, I’m suddenly battling crazy cravings, insulin crashes on everything I eat, weight gain around the middle-perimenopausals, you know exactly what I mean don’t you? I’m having to adjust my whole way of doing food and adjusting is hard.
Eating and remembering to eat is quite hard for me because anxiety feels the same as hunger, thirst feels the same as anger. I can’t determine what is a physical need and what is an emotional need. So all of this has become my hyper focus plate while I try to break habits of a life time. It’s taking all my brain space.
Anyway, I feel like I’m (vaguely) getting into the swing of things now but needless to say the horses have fallen off the stick and onto the floor while I try to sort my life out! They haven’t minded in the slightest but at this time of year, their waistlines have expanded just like mine🫣so it was good to be back out with them this evening.
We had a lovely mooch around the moor as the sun dropped down slowly in the sky. Both seemed happy to be out and it was an all round super peaceful plod.
The only bothersome grumble was some very disrespectful people had left a burn spot behind where they’d obviously been camping. What a way to spoil the view. ‘Leave no trace’ means nothing anymore.
This side of the moor is getting way too ‘peopley’ for my liking!