Yesterday after the sister crap I cried for a bit then went shopping. Shopping cures everything, for a monent or two. It helped. Until this morning when Grandma and I were talking about the situation and I had to bite my lip to hold the tears back. So instead of shopping, I made M go get some gas for the lawn mower and I mowed. It was about 2 o'clock, the hottest part of the day. What in the hell was I thinking? I was fine the whole time I came in and took a shower and began feeling like total shit. I laid down for three hours and mad myself get up so I could go to be early tonight.
After reading a book, Polycystic Ovary Syndrome by Colette Harris, that a lovely friend let me borrow (Thanks Sandra!). It says that exercising before eating in the morning means you will burn twice as much since your insulin levels are down, or something like that. Now I wake up at 6am now to get to work by 7 (I work 2 miles away.). When I exercise I am sure I will sweat so I will have to take a shower and straighten my hair, taking an extra hour and thrity minutes. So I guess I will have to wake up at 4:45am in order to do all of this and be at work on time. Is it worth it? Will it last? Who knows but it's worth a shot. I am really going to try to do better and lose something before my appointment next month. I know I can do it!
I also want to send some love out to my fellow bloggers right now, those going through happy and sad news. I am thinking and praying for each one of you. *Hugs*
Today marks cycle day 111.