progress: apartment, yoga, cycle, job
Amazing progress has been made on our wee apartment in the past week. Two rooms have been rearranged and have had new furniture added to them and the hallway has been completely transformed from a Goodwill-dumping-ground to an actual hallway. Yay! N's room looks fanTABulous! with new-to-us bed and Ivar all around. Very open and spacious. It feels so much better than it did previously. Good energy now. My and L's bedroom is still in the process of transforming. I have a wall of closet, thanks to Ikea and Mr. N, who graciously assembled the fucking behemoth. I can now hang up EVERYTHING. It's a bit excessinve, I admit, but I'm making up for the past four years of not really being able to hang up ANYTHING.
I did yoga on Saturday for the first time in two weeks, and I did it again today. I'm avoiding the poses that fucked up my leg, but I'm generally happy that I'm getting back into it. I need to come up with a regimen, though. I can't stick with the one in the back of my yoga book, because my body can't handle right now, so I'm floundering. I need to coallesce my repertoire into something more succint and appropriate for morning workouts.
And I DID ovulate. The confusion I was experiencing with my basal body temperature was due to low post-ovulatory progesterone. Hopefully, hormone levels and cervical fluid will begin to normalize a bit in the coming cycles. Regardless, I'm bleeding now in what is my first real period in two years. This is both terribly exciting and supremely annoying. My skin hasn't broken out this badly in SO LONG! And my moods have been swingier than I'd like (shit, I actually cried, at one point! gah!). I'm now drinking red raspberry leaf tea for the second day in a row in the hopes that any cramping I have will be lessened.
I have an interview tomorrow for a job I applied for in early June. The only job I've applied for. This is the second interview. As far as I know, it's between me and one other person out of 160 applicants. Because I've waited this long, if I don't get this job, I'm going to be supremely pissed off. I could really use more money now. There are so many things I need to take care of financially that I haven't been able to for some time now. Argh! Think good thoughts for me tomorrow, please! I want this job!
I also find it highly ironic that I will likely feel like absolute shite tomorrow during my interview due to my very-well-timed period. Thank you, Murphy.
I did yoga on Saturday for the first time in two weeks, and I did it again today. I'm avoiding the poses that fucked up my leg, but I'm generally happy that I'm getting back into it. I need to come up with a regimen, though. I can't stick with the one in the back of my yoga book, because my body can't handle right now, so I'm floundering. I need to coallesce my repertoire into something more succint and appropriate for morning workouts.
And I DID ovulate. The confusion I was experiencing with my basal body temperature was due to low post-ovulatory progesterone. Hopefully, hormone levels and cervical fluid will begin to normalize a bit in the coming cycles. Regardless, I'm bleeding now in what is my first real period in two years. This is both terribly exciting and supremely annoying. My skin hasn't broken out this badly in SO LONG! And my moods have been swingier than I'd like (shit, I actually cried, at one point! gah!). I'm now drinking red raspberry leaf tea for the second day in a row in the hopes that any cramping I have will be lessened.
I have an interview tomorrow for a job I applied for in early June. The only job I've applied for. This is the second interview. As far as I know, it's between me and one other person out of 160 applicants. Because I've waited this long, if I don't get this job, I'm going to be supremely pissed off. I could really use more money now. There are so many things I need to take care of financially that I haven't been able to for some time now. Argh! Think good thoughts for me tomorrow, please! I want this job!
I also find it highly ironic that I will likely feel like absolute shite tomorrow during my interview due to my very-well-timed period. Thank you, Murphy.