Training Day: Week 7, Day 7
Ate Well: Of course not, it’s Christmas!
Commentary: “Merry f–king Christmas!” said my hormones on this fine holiday morning. I started my day with hurt feelings, anger, and uncontrollable tears that left me wondering who I was and what was going on. Oh yeah. My period starts tomorrow. As I lamented my PMS woes to my friend and how being a woman is lame sometimes, she hit me back with this gem of a quote that had me rolling:
Being a woman is not for the faint of heart. That’s why men aren’t women.My friend, Lisa
My hormones didn’t always meddle with me so intensely. For most of my life, PMS was something that happened to other women I empathized and sympathized with. These past couple of years the horror stories randomly became reality. They don’t plague me every cycle, which I am grateful for, but the frequency with which these emotional forays appear is increasing. Maybe I’ll be lucky and menopause will strike early.
Trying not to let my hormones get me down, I opened up good ol’ WordPress to tap away at some thoughts. A lovely comment from Xina was waiting for me that made me smile and gave me warm fuzzies. Thank you again!
For a bit, I waffled over whether to run or walk today. I should run, but I don’t feel like it. A walk is better than nothing! But I need to run – I have a 50k in a month! Then I looked at my dad with his chair facing the almost-picture window in the living room. Initially, he was watching the critters snack on the trays of cat food on the front porch. As the critters dispersed, he turned his focus to the steam coming up from the porch and the water from melting snow dripping off the roof. He was perfectly content enjoying the little things and the beauty of nature.
In an effort to be more like my dad, I turned my focus to the little things that are good in life. Really though, I suppose they are not so little. My dad is still alive and well. He has an amazing girlfriend who takes great care of him and is an absolute sweetheart and fabulous cook. I have a supportive, adventurous husband who might not be perfect but is perfect for me. My adorable cat is healthy and equally adventurous. I am in a cabin in the mountains, surrounded by trees and sunshine. Life is good, hormones and all.
The walk didn’t happen. I got distracted watching a movie with my dad, then stuffed myself like a Thanksgiving turkey. Oh well. I don’t feel bad about my lack of activity. I don’t feel guilty about overeating. In fact, I feel perfectly content enjoying a lazy Christmas with my family.
Endlessly seeking adventure.