Day two of my workouts and iron supplements…

My workout was both easier and harder today; it was easy because I knew what was coming, but it was hard because I went full retard and WENT FOR A RUN LAST NIGHT. Honestly, what’s gotten in to me? I was just sitting watching Supernatural (no spoilers, please), then all of a sudden I had this urge to go for a walk. So I dropped in on my friends and stole their fatty dog, so we could go for a fat run together. Even though it felt like my heart was going to give out and my lungs were on the verge of collapsing, I felt pretty freakin’ awesome afterwards, AND a couple of creepy older men looked me up and down (still got it).

Then today happened and I could feel all of myself yelling abuse at me in between muscle aches. Soooo I did what any sane person would do and did my day two workout. I felt good, my arms and legs did not feel good, but that just means I’m doing shit properly.

Took my iron supplement and left the house because leaving the house is a big thing for someone with anxiety and depression problems. Had an iced coffee, and not very much water… this was probably my downfall. Went to a friend’s house to chillax.

And then it happened…

I nearly had to rip my friend off of the toilet so I could sit down. My stomach felt like it was about to burst so I assumed the position… fuck. you. constipation. It hurt so bad, I was literally sweating out of every pore on my body (the fact that it was 28 degrees didn’t help much), it felt as though my very being was being forced down into my colon, but I didn’t want to make too much noise and alarm my friend… also I thought I was going to faint [cue friend being yelled at to bring me water]. While I was sitting there, with only a couple of wee nuggets in the bowl as a consolation prize, my mind did this cool thing that it does when my anxiety plays up:

What if I get all this hell water out of me, and I do end up collapsing from exhaustion and strain (I wasn’t straining, I know it’s bad). What if she has to come to my aid and drive me to the hospital covered in black diarrhoea? (Iron shits are black, don’t be alarmed)

In the midst of my shit and constipation-induced delirium, the floodgates finally gave way and I was both relieved and still in a large amount of shitty pain, but mostly relieved. I don’t know whether you are aware of iron-shits, but they are THE WORST; they smell like satan’s salty buttcrack, and they feel a lot like that, too. I liken this particular episode to the resulting explosion from filling a spud gun with water and then loading it up with a potato.

I finally emerge, a couple of pounds lighter, still drenched in constipation sweat (there was an actual puddle where my feet were), and lie down in the middle of her lounge to take a breather. Friend told me she totally would’ve cleaned me up the best she could before taking me to A&E ♥

It’s over now, I am not looking forward to tomorrow’s show.