Prior to my diagnosis, I was a dog walker. I walked hours and hours Monday to Friday and did it with such ease. I feel like a lot of the time, I am in denial about the fact I have this illness and I just can't do the things I used to do. Today was one of those days so I decided to go for a walk. 5 minutes in and I could no longer lift my feet off the floor but I was with a group and felt a bit daft so continued trying to keep up, dragging my feet behind me. I'm now home after doing 7600 steps (with a LOT of stops). That's SO MANY STEPS for me these days and on one hand I'm dead proud of myself but I feel so rubbish now and like I won't be able to move from my sofa for a few days. I'm sad. Wondering if a walking stick might help. I feel too young to need a walking stick. Grieving the old me, massively today. Sorry for the negativity, I don't know who I can chat to who will understand.