This is a vicious cycle. I hurt. All over.
I woke up this morning feeling like I had been beaten by big ugly ogres in the middle of the night AFTER drinking an entire bottle of 3 Buck Chuck. So natural deduction is that I had become sedentary after having The Boy. All of my muscle have atrophied and the simple act of moving hurts. So I assume that working out would alleviate this, right? Well how the fuck am I to get motivated to get into plank position and then downward dog when it fucking hurts to get up off the couch??? Riddle me that Fat Man. (Yes I know its Batman, but Fat man seemed more "punny"..heehee) BUT - I did it. I sounded like a fucking porn with all the heavy breathing on the floor and all but I queued up a yoga program on On-Demand and breathed my way through a pounding head and charlie horses in the arches of my feet. We'll see how it goes to night.
Bring it on ogre bitches!