Reasons I didn’t want to work out today:
- It’s the first day of my period.
Reasons I worked out anyway:
- I’m a writer
- I’m a writer slacking off on my own self imposed challenge
I got my first period at age 11. For most of my adolescent and young adult life, I thought PMS was a myth. Something stand up comics and other aggrieved husbands had invented so they could complain about their wives.
I only developed PMS in my 30s. My PMS is like a ninja. It doesn’t come every month and when it does it sneaks up on me so that I don’t realize what’s happened until three days later. Those are the months where everything is a crisis at work, or I get home gunning for a fight with hubby because he bought the wrong brand of garbage bags. Then my period starts and all becomes clear.
This month, my PMS took the form of weeping at touring Broadway musicals and small panic attacks in the mall food court while my family was visiting last week. I thought it was just familial stress, so it was only this morning when I woke up with that feeling (you know, THAT feeling), that I smacked my forehead and went “oooooh!!!”
My PMS is a ninja.
In honour of Ninja PMS, I did Yoga with Adriene’s PMS routine after work tonight. Adriene’s adorable, and she admits up front this routine is yoga with pillows, and really, what’s not to like about that? It was gentle and kind, which is exactly what my poor confused body needed.
Here’s a PMS haiku.
Sneaks up on unsuspecting
Writers once a month
100 Day Summary
Day 22— Pillow yoga
Minutes today — 35
Total minutes —545
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