My body is changing. The new workout regime has made me stronger quickly. I didn’t realize it would affect the way I move. I’m far less clumsy and more conscious of my body, even when not focusing on it. My motions are fluid instead of choppy. I take breaks to stretch throughout the day. The signals my system sends when I need to eat or drink are getting through consistently.
I feel almost giddy when thinking about how quickly it’s happening. I’m on the cusp of making another change. I’ve given it lots of thought, and I’ve decided I’m not going to run anymore. Instead, I’m going to walk. I often mention I’m quite literal. Sometimes, it’s best to strategize accordingly. So I’m going to slow down. I have Hypokalemia. A month ago, I was dehydrated most of the time because the thirst signal rarely got through.
It meant often awakening in the wee hours with a charlie horse in a hamstring or calf. It’s a shitty way to wake up. I usually manage to work it out within a few minutes, but by then I’m sweating and almost crying. When I was in uni, I got one in my hamstring while in the middle of an exam, once. I managed to work it out without attracting attention, but not without a few tears. That moment shows up in my nightmares, sometimes. 🤪
I’m walking around with the anticipation of both Beyoncé and Fleetwood Mac concerts in the future. It’s a lot like skipping. I’m regaining control over my attention span, which rocks. I can watch TV again. I caught up on The Big Bang Theory. I still love it. Chuck Lorre is a master at creating loveable, engaging characters. The casting is superb as well. You can tell the actors have the creative freedom to give their role dimension.
I forgive Rosanne. My gut insisted. Bill Marr pointed out the fact she’s mentally ill. She’s not preventing her symptoms from harming others. It’s a responsibility of all adults, but sometimes we fail at adulting. It’s kind of why it’s a thing. Most of us are trying our hardest to maintain, but we all struggle at some point. Instead of being hurt by what she already said, I choose to hope she doesn’t repeat her mistake. My gut, my rules. 🙃
I cut off all my hair, today. I’m catching up to Willow Smith. 💪🏽 I love that old soul. Now that I’m working out for real, it’s become a hygiene issue because my hair is ridic thick. The necessary daily hair washing only works when my hair is barely there. Fortunately, I have a lovely shaped head (according to my mom.) The bonuses include built-in air conditioning during the hottest summer on record, a drastic reduction in hair care product use, and my new favorite stim; rubbing my head. Yay. I’m off to beat my drums with sticks.