So, my period has been “trying” to come for about 6-7 weeks now. Or longer. It seems like ages. The past 6 weeks at least, though, I’ve felt like garbage physically, mentally,and emotionally-well, overall. Some days have been okay in some areas, and awful in others, and right after a workout is always awesome. The workouts have been far fewer than I need though. Other than for weight loss and fitness, exercise is my medication. It’s my best weapon in the struggle against my sometimes crippling anxiety and depression. So I need my workouts at least 5x a week, if not in some form daily. Other than the anxiety/depression, here’s what this state of hormonal limbo is gifting me:
-bloatedness. Yay! The few clothes I have that fit don’t fit day to day!
-extreme fatigue-this is the worst part. I feel like a limp noodle. This is a huge part of why working out hadn’t been happening. It’s a battle every day to get up and give Lexi the energetic mama she deserves. Some days are more successful than others.
-sleeplessness. Doesn’t help with the fatigue.