Holy Moly!* WARNING!!!! Contains Graphic language and some really unpleasant discussions. Proceed with Caution!!!!

HOLY SHIT.  I had two BIG issues this morning. 1) Birth control (BC) and 2) Food. Since I'm an open book this will probably gross out, offend or just plain out make people barf.

So, these two issues really mess with my body. Regardless of what side you fall on, on the issues, these two things can really help or fuck up your body and performance in your work out. Let me give you some background.

First, I started taking BC when I was seventeen. I was sexually active and didn't want to get knocked up. My mom had me when she was sixteen and she struggled her entire life. She still struggles and all her kids are grown up. That being said, my mom taught me the importance of education and I've always tried to show her that her sacrifices weren't for nothing. Getting knocked up would've really put a damper on my educational pursuits.

I had a sex education class when I was in 5th grade. We learned about condoms, birth control, safe sex and the changes our bodies were going through. I am most definitely an awesome example that sex education taught me the importance of protecting myself from STDs, preventing pregnancy, and being comfortable with myself.

I got my first pack of birth control from Planned Parenthood. While my mom always said I could talk to her and to have safe sex, I didn't want her to KNOW that I was sexually active. So, I made an appointment and went to get my junk checked out and got my BC. I got to talk to a nurse who made me feel comfortable, didn't judge me and gave me a ton of information. I walked out of there with free BC and I never looked back.

Planned Parenthood made it possible for me to get through high school, college and even part of law school because I didn't have health insurance so Planned Parenthood charged me on a sliding scale. At first each packet of pills was free. I kept my packet in my locker and took them on time. Then, when I was a rich, college kid, working at Wal-Mart, I had to pay $5.00 a pack. I bought them a year at a time!!!!

BC was wonderful, it made my periods lighter, helped clear up my skin, I wasn't AS moody and I felt great. Over the years I remained on the pill until I switched to Nuvaring since I had problems taking a pill everyday at the same time. When Andy and I thought we were ready to have kids I stopped BC and opted to "just let it happen." After my miscarriage Andy and I realized that I am actually not ready to have children with my growing law practice. However, Andy convinced me that BC might not be the best thing for me since I've been on it for almost 12 years. I talked to my OB/GYN and apparently it's a myth but Andy was insistent that the "chemicals" and "hormones" were unnatural and not healthy. Fortunately for him, my current health kick has made me side with him... At least temporarily... ;)

That leads me into my food issue. So, I'm already without the benefit of my BC now. In addition to the lack of BC benefits I ate like shit this weekend. You know you fucked up when you wake up having to take a huge dump in the morning and then you have to go to the bathroom again, AFTER your workout. My Monday mornings normally start out with a personal training session at Crossfit St. Charles.  So, I went to my personal training session as normal and shit the bed (not literally, thankfully). It was terrible. I was sluggish, dying and could feel the pain EVERYWHERE. My stomach was burning! My intestines were burning! My workout was slow and I almost puked when I finished.

I ate Taco Bell, pizza, pasta, cupcakes, and anything else I could get my hands on. Was it because I was on my period and had cravings? I think so. But it was also because I just didn't give a shit. I was sore, tired, bloated, and cramping. I thought, "Fuck it. I deserve this!" Well, I also deserved how I felt this morning. I basically took my body feeling bad and made it worse by eating horrible quality food. I should've stuck to my plan and ate better.

While I felt shitty, I also learned a lesson. What you put into your body is what you're going to get out of it. Your body is a machine. Take care of the equipment. I felt so horrible on Sunday that I prepared all my food for the week. Now, I'm good and ready to eat healthy. I am not going to be too hard on myself since I'm human and am bound to slip up every now and then. I am just going to get back to it and push forward.

Basically, learn what works and doesn't work for your body. I know that all that crap I ate over the weekend was ridiculous and now I'm gonna push to be a better me so I don't feel like pooping myself every time I wake up and workout.