PMS has reared it's ugly head this week, I really think it's added a few heads as well. I must have been extremely vulnerable or weak for it to have taken as much of a toll as it has.
I've cried, I've been craving coke (as in the drink, not the drug) and all things "bad" (anything friend basically), I want to crawl into bed for a week and be left alone. I am ready to finish accessorising my house and I'm pissy it's not finished, I don't want to go workout but I want to lose weight, I am becoming obsessed with what I am eating to the point it's making me actually feel crazy and overwhelmed.
I cannot concentrate at work because I don't want to do anything that I should be doing.
And I am reconsidering my thought of running a 5K, not because I don't think I can do it because I am confident I can. It's the fact that thanks to birthing two children every time I run over 4.8 miles an hour I pee my pants. And I've done the kegels. I do them all the time. So I'll see how it goes over the next few weeks and how much I pee. I don't really want to run in public with pee running down my leg. I am motivated to lose weight not have an incontinence issue in public. And I'm not running in Depends, unless they make running shorts these days and I haven't seen those yet. Sorry I'm sure that's more info about me then you wanted to know.
Me and PMS we don't get along. I don't like it and want to kick its ass.
I do feel better now that I've vented a bit. Hopefully next month the work out endorphins will help me ward off the grips of the PMS monster!
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