Wednesday, December 13, 2017
I haven't hit my mat for awhile now and that's no bueno!
I don't beat myself up about it, however. Yoga is a journey, not a destination (puke).
I've been feeling like I need to hit mat lately; both for the physical benefit of it all and for the mental head clear that it offers.
Two days ago, I got annihilated by either acute food poisoning or stomach flu. Ate junk on a road trip as we came back home from a friend's wedding and, after consuming said junk, didn't feel nausea right away but just felt "off" and irritable for an hour or two. Got home and sat up abruptly from bed with, I'm sure, that focused look on my face that we all get, and went to the bathroom to vomit. Afterwards, thinking I was in the clear, I laid back down thinking it was done. Nope. Continued to head back to the bathroom every hour or so to vomit up the gatorade/water or medicine that I'd taken 30 minutes prior; I couldn't keep down water.
Finally copped on and stopped trying to hydrate myself so I could sleep. I was broken the next morning and couldn't retain any heat in my body (I was covered in blankets/socks/hoodies/etc.). I could finally hold down liquid so I took neferin, slammed gatorade, and slept. I went into work yesterday almost 100%.
I went to Tae Kwon Do last night, cautiously, to ensure I didn't overdo anything, and went at it anywhere from 30%-70% intensity.
I'll probably hit my mat with the same level of intensity this morning as my stomach, and entire digestive tract is still upside down.
Wednesday, December 13, 2017 (Part II)
I'm writing this on my mat, having just come out of Savasana.
It's 30 degree fahrenheit in St. Louis but I refuse to turn on my heat. If you cycle back to December 2016 of this blog, you'll find that I was much the same; I'll die before I pay the gas company to heat me. I've got a hoodie; I've got blankets.
I feel wonderful after this morning's practice. No fear or anxiety about my day. I'm going to bring a wonderful version of myself out into the world to share.
Physically, I took anti-diarrhea medication Sunday (TMI, I'm sure), and it did it's job, but its effects are still being "felt" a little bit, and I'm feeling bloated, stuck, and bound in my digestive tract.
My upward bows were strong but not as deep as they could have been as I didn't want to strain myself and overdo it (something I've done before in updward bow).
Time to shower up, and enter the world.
Namaste
I haven't hit my mat for awhile now and that's no bueno!
I don't beat myself up about it, however. Yoga is a journey, not a destination (puke).
I've been feeling like I need to hit mat lately; both for the physical benefit of it all and for the mental head clear that it offers.
Two days ago, I got annihilated by either acute food poisoning or stomach flu. Ate junk on a road trip as we came back home from a friend's wedding and, after consuming said junk, didn't feel nausea right away but just felt "off" and irritable for an hour or two. Got home and sat up abruptly from bed with, I'm sure, that focused look on my face that we all get, and went to the bathroom to vomit. Afterwards, thinking I was in the clear, I laid back down thinking it was done. Nope. Continued to head back to the bathroom every hour or so to vomit up the gatorade/water or medicine that I'd taken 30 minutes prior; I couldn't keep down water.
Finally copped on and stopped trying to hydrate myself so I could sleep. I was broken the next morning and couldn't retain any heat in my body (I was covered in blankets/socks/hoodies/etc.). I could finally hold down liquid so I took neferin, slammed gatorade, and slept. I went into work yesterday almost 100%.
I went to Tae Kwon Do last night, cautiously, to ensure I didn't overdo anything, and went at it anywhere from 30%-70% intensity.
I'll probably hit my mat with the same level of intensity this morning as my stomach, and entire digestive tract is still upside down.
Wednesday, December 13, 2017 (Part II)
I'm writing this on my mat, having just come out of Savasana.
It's 30 degree fahrenheit in St. Louis but I refuse to turn on my heat. If you cycle back to December 2016 of this blog, you'll find that I was much the same; I'll die before I pay the gas company to heat me. I've got a hoodie; I've got blankets.
I feel wonderful after this morning's practice. No fear or anxiety about my day. I'm going to bring a wonderful version of myself out into the world to share.
Physically, I took anti-diarrhea medication Sunday (TMI, I'm sure), and it did it's job, but its effects are still being "felt" a little bit, and I'm feeling bloated, stuck, and bound in my digestive tract.
My upward bows were strong but not as deep as they could have been as I didn't want to strain myself and overdo it (something I've done before in updward bow).
Time to shower up, and enter the world.
Namaste
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