Yesternight’s Workout:

 

Just Boyo and me:

x4

10 seated straddle leg-lifts
10 head-touch pushups (absurdly difficult!)
200m run
30 squats with 20# KB, passed back and forth
30 sec. L-hold from bar
30 sec. star hold L/R, plank, reverse plank

 

Poor Boyo.
He had the distinct disadvantage of coming to workout with me
after I was yelled at by a co-worker.
I kinda take those things out through exercise,
so this was a brutal workout.

He might hate me forever for those straddle-lifts.

 

ps (Straddle lifts: “Sit in a straddle position, then lean forward slightly and place your hands on the floor. Lift your legs up and back as far as possible. The farther forward your hands are placed, the more difficult the exercise will be.”)

VALIDATED:

 

Held Hostage

I fucking hate gynecological exams.

This new research makes me feel like I can actually argue against having to go through them as regularly as they are “recommended” (ie: foisted upon me).

I made an appointment a couple of months ago
to get suspicious lumps in my breasts examined.
The doctor I saw would not examine my breasts
without subjecting me to a pelvic exam.
I was furious, upset, and completely traumatized by that exam,
and it was utterly, entirely pointless for my health.

It’s less about access to birth control for me
and more about not being guilted, forced, or compelled
to let a complete stranger both see me naked and poke around at my cervix.

As the writer says:

“…in a year, I might go back for a checkup with a doctor. But if I do, it will be because I think it’s the right thing to do, not because I don’t have a choice.”