Sounds like the beginning of a “coming of age” book from the public library, huh? I’m learning a lot about how my choices are having a direct impact on hormonal challenges. It is that time again and after my weekend bender — a Labor Day weekend trip up to SW Virginia to fish and meet up with kinfolk that included lots of fast food and carbs — I was definitely feeling run down once I got home.

One thing that really stuck out to me in my run-down funk is that 10 pounds really doesn’t look like much. I have the measurements and I have the scale telling me I’m making progress, but then I look at photos my dad sent me of our fishing trip and I don’t really see a difference. You judge for yourself. Facebook had “On This Day” photos from 2017 when I was at full capacity (green shirt). The darker tank is last weekend. Can you tell a difference? I still have the same stuff around my jaw. Honestly if I could just get rid of that tire on my neck I might consider that the ultimate success because it completely changed the way my face looks. 

A migraine flared up on Tuesday, the fully expected migraine that always announces the entrance of Her Royal Highness Aunt Flow. Only this time I decided to try the generic Imitrex my doctor prescribed because it was close to bedtime and I could sleep off any side effects. I’ll likely not take anymore in the future regardless of the time because it put my head in a full on London fog. I don’t like the feeling I get when I take medicines, so I just don’t take them.

I woke up on Wednesday with the migraine again. My original plan was to attempt a Zumba class at my gym, but there was no way I was going to subject myself to a closed environment pumping loud music for an hour with a migraine. Instead I opted to take the bike out on the greenway. It was a great morning for it and it definitely got the blood flowing.

I know I need to get back into the gym routine. Taking that week off completely wrecked my habit-forming behavior I was aiming for. It feels like an uphill battle on a sand dune. I can’t quite get a toehold to make good traction and if I stop digging in I slide down.