Day 1

I went to the Gyno yesterday for the ever pleasant "check up." I really hate any appointment that requires me to get naked and wear that giant paper towel with arm holes for any period of time. Not because I hate getting naked for strangers, which yes, I actually do hate, but because of the sheer inconvenience of it. And there is something strange about wearing a pair of fabulous earrings while the rest of you is covered in that paper towel.

What's worse than wearing a big folded napkin and sitting on what looks like a doggy pee pad? I would say it was the obligatory weigh-in at the beginning of the appointment where once you see your weight, you want to yell "Wait! These flip flops and jeans are definitely adding those extra ten pounds, I swear!" Yesterday's weigh-in marks the heaviest I have every been in my twenty-some-years of life.

As hard as it was to leave the Sex and the City series finale that was playing again on tv (Yes I know it aired almost ten years ago, and yes I have seen this particular episode at least five times), but for Day 1 of this 365 challenge, I started by going to a Hot Yoga class. I have never been someone who enjoys exercising, and seriously a "Runner's High" is a huge myth some skinny bitch made up to make it seem like she was enjoying killing herself over a couple of pounds. But Hot Yoga is the only form of working out that I have kept up with for a period of time. I mean, you get to lay down during the class, that's really the most we can ask for during a workout for those of us who hate working out. A few months ago I was attending yoga classes a few times of week and really enjoying it, but life happens and I haven't been keeping up.

So today, I went, and wanted to kill everyone in the room because I was so miserably hot and couldn't stand on one leg for a whole minute while twisting my torso in unnatural ways and some guy was breathing too loud. But alas, I felt great after going as I usually do. When I'm in the yoga studio, I don't think about the stresses I have outside the room, and just focus on myself. It's freeing, and refreshing, and I feel better mentally and physically after spending an hour in that hot room. It was a great way to start this challenge.

So I was feeling good, enjoyed my afternoon catching up on laundry and some stuff around the apartment. Come to realize, I have a yeast infection brought on by the antibiotics I've been put on to help clear up my face.. Sorry if that is TMI, but if this kind of talk offends you, you were not raised in a household like mine, and this wont be the blog for you. This is the first time I have ever experienced this horrid thing, and it's just another reason I love being a woman.. Not. I now know the truth about yeast infections - They are the adult female version of the Chicken Pocks. Vaginas are very scary places, and this was confirmed tonight with this lovely new experience. And damn it, I was just at the Gyno yesterday! I may be twenty-something, but I still asked my mom to go to the store with me to buy Monostat and cranberry juice because I didn't want to brave it alone. I'm not a grown up, I'll be the first to tell you that.

However crappy this evening's situation is, it solidifies why this 365 challenge is important to me. Between the crap we deal with on a daily basis, it is so important to find time to devote to bettering ourselves in some small way, so that when this shit happens to us, we can accept it and laugh about it instead of let it bother us more than it should.

Cheers!