Month two update and renewed motivation

First of all, I'm a bad blogger. I've put off the month two update long enough that I don't really remember the details. And it was just last week. In sum, though:

- The period was longer -- roughly 5 days, with a day of (barely) spotting at the beginning. Not bad, but not the 4-day miracle of last month.
- The pain was the same as ever...yucky.
- The flow was "How am I not anemic?" heavy. I was so drained by Saturday that I asked my boyfriend to bring me a Mountain Dew. I detest soda. But I needed a sugar kick to keep me from passing out. (It was as nasty as ever, by the way. Next month, I'm trying juice.) And the clots came back...not as bad as before the Mircette, by any stretch of the imagination, but they still came to the party.

However, several events occurred today to reinspire my resolutions to eat better and exercise.

- I heard one of my favorite "manic mode" songs ("How Far We've Come, by Matchbox Twenty), which made me remember that I can influence my energy level based on the music I listen to. (Audio caffeine, so to speak.)
- I watched Supersize Me, and am now quite frankly horrified...but not surprised.
- I did some yoga, and struggled with it. The easy yoga, too.

So, motivation has returned. Now I just need to get to work.

Well, tomorrow. It's nearly time for bed now.

Oh, yeah, I need to exercise

Went bowling tonight with my boyfriend and his family. It was a lot of fun, but halfway through the first game, I started hurting -- bad enough to throw me off for the rest of the night. Not in my wrist or my arm...in my hip. No amount of stretching helped it. I had trouble getting up the stairs when I got home. And now I'm hobbling like an old lady. I know it's nearing that time of the month, but this is ridiculous.

The good thing is, my boyfriend bowled horribly. He wants a rematch. So maybe we'll do this more often. And of course I'll do other exercises, as well. I am not about to take this old lady hip thing lying down!

There's always a price, isn't there?

Last night I dreamed I was having a baby. A very long, drawn-out, agonizing dream. I should have known what was coming when I woke up and there was no baby, but I'm not always with it in the morning.

Yep. The pain's back. Not bad enough to require medication just yet, but I did have to cart the heating pad around with me today. I'm a week and a half into month two of the Mircette.

I'm gonna tell myself I'm still adapting to the pill for now. If the pain doesn't subside within the next month or so, however, I'm going to try a month without wheat.

There. I said it. And I will now retreat to my corner to tremble, whine, and hope that that dark day doesn't come.