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Thirty Days is a really really really long time
It’s hard enough to hit a goal of “doing pilates/yoga for thirty days” without other stuff getting in the way. It’s hard enough to tell yourself that on this lunch break you will spend the first 45 minutes of that hour in downward dog watching your arms shake while you hold your tummy in tight and will yourself to be stronger, leaner, meaner. It’s hard enough to choose to twist your body and flex your ab muscles (wait, ARE those ab muscles?) instead of grabbing a coffee and working.
So when my ovaries grew to the size of a small state and began to ache, I mean, explode, I knew my plans were for not. Of course, I figured it was because I was dying from some strange ovarian virus. Something like, “THE OVARIAN FLU OF DEATH!” So I figured why exercise when I’m about to have my life ended prematurely and damn there’s that deadline I have so I better get that wrapped up before this ovary takes over my brain and I become nothing but a coat rack.
I went to the doctor on Thursday. I told her all about my Giant Ovary Of Doom! and she let me know it’s not that uncommon, although a bit shitty, and I have a cyst that is rupturing and will re-absorb in to my body within a week or two. And, she says, in the mean time, TAKE IT EASY.
I look at her perpexed. “Take it easy? You mean, I can do YOGA but, like, not vacuum and stuff, right?”
“No.”
“You mean I can do Pilates and walk but get my husband to do the dishes and put the kids to bed, right?”
“No.”
“This is really going to mess with my blog, you see. I have this Thirty Day Challenge going and I’m going to have a lot (or 3) people upset with me if I don’t complete it.”
“That’s nice.” And that was that.
What she said was take it easy and what I heard was “EAT ALL THE CHOCOLATE YOU CAN FOR A WEEK! WEAR SWEATS! CHIPS ARE GOOD!”
(For the record, she also suggested I go on the pill for an indefinate amount of time to keep my ovaries from exploding again. But what I heard was that “Man, your husband is gonna be so glad he never did get that snipped because OHBOY he’d be pissed if he knew you needed to be on the pill. Oh funny, that fate, hahahaha. Then she pointed at me and laughed for ten minutes. In my head.)
Because I’m an over-achiever, I can’t possibly just sit around not doing anything waiting for menstration to even out my hormones and my body to suck up the gunk known as Ovarian Crap.
So I’m starting over. What’s that? Yes, I know. It’s Right Smack Dab at the midpoint and ohhoho I’m all mixin’ up the rules and such. It’s what I do.
So I’m starting thirty days of sobriety. Alcohol. None of it. Zero. Why? Well, why not? It was my next thirty day challenge I wanted to make and this timing seems right. So, here I go.
Thirty days of alcohol free evenings.
Wish me luck. A lot of it, actually. ‘Cause I thought Pilates was hard.
< love some wine >kids< /drive me crazy >(Speaking of, how is it going for you? You still hanging in there? Day 15. Or 1. Either way, check in!)
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Maybe the 30 days of no alcohol isn’t a good idea… because when my cyst finally burst? Uhm… yeah. No painkillers on hand, so I went straight for the alcohol. But then again, I’m a wuss when it comes to pain.
And since the hubby wasn’t AT the doctor’s with me, it was up to me to translate “it’s not that bad, just take it easy for a day or two” into “stay in bed and self medicate for 5 days”. Whatever, it worked
Oh! I can totally do 30 days of no alcohol with you! I just need you to pretend you don’t know I’m pregnant and therefore was not going to be drinking anyway.
Dude, I’m on day 5 (or is it 4?) of my 20 day Challenge, I started late, and I’m coping without my Fast Food. Ok, so I had McDonald’s today, but we are totally blaming that on the kids that I babysit, because their mom had said I would take them to the Golden Arches and I can’t just watch them eat, that would be totally un-fair!!! But if I stay fast food free 19 out of the 20 days, that’s good, right?!?
Good luck with no alcohol!!
OH, and you are the BEST stick figure artist ever. I’m totally gonna have to get you to draw me one day! LOL
We can start over? YAY! Because I totally failed, and then beat myself up over it, and then refused to come back here and comment about it, and then retreated into my little world of self pity and “I never stick to my goals” mantras
I will start over with you! So… same challenge for me, 30 days of no evening snacking, starting tonight!
YAY! Now I will have a friend in this with me. =) I hope I’ve been even the smallest inspiration to you! I’m half-way through, and today was/is hard.
I think next month I might do “30 days of no eating after 7 p.m.” or something. This might be hard as my husband gets home from work after 9 p.m. on a regular basis. Maybe I can do it 5 out of 7 days a week or something.
Oh yes, I have had this same affliction. Over and Over again. until I couldn’t think. So, I gave in. I went the pill route….I didn’t even THINK about alcohol as a solution. So, maybe for 30 days I will try mixing both and seeing how that works!
Well, this is a good one. My neurologist told me to cut back, as in “Please try no wine,” so I’ll raise my water glass and join ya. So far tonight, I’m on my third glass of ice water and Mac loves it when I hit the ice machine.
One down and waaaaayyyyyy too many more to go.
That whole exploding thing sounds kind of ouchy. Good luck staying sober when you have organs (are ovaries organs? probably not) bursting inside of you.
Also, I just did ONE WEEK of no fast food. I was so proud of myself. Then I ate fast food three times in a row. I suck.
Gosh, who knew ovaries could be such traitors?
Scary! I wish you luck on your new challenge.
I missed a few days, but am otherwise sticking to a photo a day. I haven’t edited or uploaded any yet.
I have been reading for sometime now and I thought now would be a good time to comment. I feel your pain on the ovarian cysts. I had a nasty one rupture when I was 20. It was hell. In fact every time I ovulated I was in excruciating pain from the cysts, so I spent 10 years on the pill (till I wanted a baby). I am getting ready to start it again since my little one is 1 and we aren’t planning on having another any time soon. Good luck. Hope the pill treats you well!
Oh, now I get what the 30 days of [blank] is. (Yes, I’m slow. Sure, I could have clicked, but where’s the fun there?)
Good luck on your new 30 days. I know you can do it; you’re all kinds of awesome.
A LOOONG time indeed. SIGH.
I started off with good intentions, then all kinds of stuff got in the way. Maybe I’ll just start over with something easier.
One day at a time, right?
Ummm, ovary explosion does not sound fun. Did they give you some pain pills. Because THAT would make the thirty days of no alcohol MUCH more bearable!
Good luck!
doood…the lawyer in me sees “Thirty days of alcohol free evenings.”
EVENINGS being the imperative word.
*giggle* at the “evenings” that V pointed out!!!
Good Luck, honey! That sounds really sad. :/