Disclaimer: This post may not be suitable for the squeamish or testosterone-prone.
I have actually been enjoying the way my body has felt these last 12 days. When different parts of my body are sore, it reminds me of what a gift my body is, and all it’s capable of if I let it . . . if I choose to use it for more than sitting, driving, and standing. But one odd consequence I wasn’t expecting from all this is that it delayed my period, (yup, I’m talking menstruation here, fellas. my apologies.) Yes my period was 11 stinking days late. I was supposed to start the day after starting this new excercise challenge, but lo and behold… nuthin’. By day 10, I was beginning to wonder if Andrew’s vasectomy hadn’t miraculously reversed . . . oi. But today that fear has been put to rest. Aren’t ya glad you read my blog today? This could actually be a good thing though. If exercising means I get to have fewer periods, it might finally be appealing to me.
Okay, since it’s already out there, because I was not feeling so hot today, my excercise was to again park on the roof of the furthest parking structure for school. Later, I visited Meijer – and parked way out on the edge of the universe.
It could be argued that shopping at Meijer is excercise in itself. I think I would like an app (for my imaginary iPhone) where I could enter my shopping list and my phone could map out the most efficient route through the craze of goods that is Meijer. I always end up backtracking and circling and wandering…. yeah, i need an app for that.
Finally, I am hereby NOT making phone calls until my new one arrives next week. It’s not a huge deal to me because, unlike the excercise challenge, I have discovered that I really don’t hate the phone anymore, and I think I have made a good new habit for myself…