Oh, Body, why?

Okay, Body, tell me, why have you forsaken me?

Because, I'm completely convinced you have. You must have, because EVERY time I go to a tournament, you do the same freaking thing to me. I mean, COME ON, every time? Really? Why?

It's not like I don't feed you, you're doing pretty well on the scale, not too much, not too little. You and I, we exercise regularly, and play a sport we love. Heck, we even combine that exercise and sports thing with lots of socialization, that's good for the heart, head and soul, you know.

I treat you right, you treat me right. I've stopped eating meat (well, for the BLTA night, when I had to have the bacon, but you'll forgive me, right?) for you, started taking lots of vitamins (but not too many), going to bed at a reasonable time, waking up at the same time every morning. I've started helping out with relaxation techniques, mostly because I had to in order to deal with the stress of tenants who STILL haven't paid rent this month. I've had one migraine in the last five months, which is a hell of a lot better than the 4 a week I was getting once a month at the beginning of the year (so, clearly, there's still SOME love from you).

But really? I mean, really really?

Did you have to start with that TODAY? The DAY I LEAVE for an ultimate (frisbee) tournament without Kris? I mean, who is going to buffer my team from my crankiness at having to change a tampon in a port-a-john without being able to WASH MY HANDS FIRST?

I mean, really? Did you really have to do that to me? I'M NOT EVEN PLAYING THIS WEEKEND.

Stupid body.