Overall: 3 yoga sessions; 1 weight lifting, 30 minutes running
Honestly, yoga has been a life saver in the past two weeks. I’ve been somewhat of a mess – mentally, emotionally, and physically. The mirena iud has thrown me completely out of whack, and while I’m hoping to be back into whack soon, I’m trying to cope in the meantime. Coping has mostly meant shoving chocolate cake in my mouth and ignoring my caloric intake (only being somewhat serious here) and reducing the amount of exercise that I do. I’m barely able to get through my workdays – I’ve been sore, exhausted, anxious, overwhelmed, and depressed. I am well aware that these are only hormonal symptoms; but self awareness hasn’t actually led to feeling better just yet. I’ve still been able to force myself to go to yoga, and it’s definitely kept me feeling much better than I would be without it. On Saturday, I even made the attempt to get through Ashtanga while at home – but I didn’t have enough strength for Ashtanga yoga.
I’m looking forward to getting back to my normal self, but I don’t have any answers as to when this will happen. I was told that there is a three month trial period – my body needs to adjust to new drugs/hormones, and after that, I can re-evaluate whether or not the Mirena is right for me. I hope that the next two and a half months will go smoother than the past two weeks. At this point, I can’t guarantee that I’ll be able to race the Tough Mudder this upcoming weekend. I’m trying to rest for this week until I get better enough to run. This means no weight training this week, aside from random pull-ups and handstand pushups, and no running this week until Saturday. It is a big and expensive race, and there are a lot of people that want to support my race participation. It’s too bad that I just want to sit on the couch and eat ice cream until I feel better.
I don’t know what’s going on with my body – but I sure hope that I can figure it out soon. I miss being strong and happy. I just don’t feel very much like myself at all – and I’m trying to get through it as best as I can.
I think come race day you’ll find the strength / motivation. You’re stubborn enough to prove yourself wrong and fight back against your ovaries. Punch ovaries in the face! (*Figuratively only).
I am stubborn! Thanks for the non-smiley like encouragement; I hope that you’re right!